with train whistles
sounding all the same,
hauling the same graffiti,
at dawn I wait to remember
what city I’m in.At night the weather
is familiar.
Finding the waterfront
and back again,
the General Mills factory
roasting endless Cheerios,
I carry my passport
in case I miss a turn,
cross to Canada
instead.
Cheryl Emerson, 7/2014
Buffalo,
NY
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