• Carly Feinman

Day 59- 11.14.20


She blends into the storefronts when she walks down the street;

like a cloud in the night she is felt

more than she is seen.

When standing at the corner

waiting for the light to turn

she thinks of nights spent

on her feet, on the move,

going nowhere fast.

And as she steps down

off the curb, she locks eyes with

a stranger in the crowd,

a soul in the dark.

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