West End Apartment (excerpt)

I liked to walk alone

at dawn and watch

the first light travel

the length of the avenues

with Copeland’s Quiet City

playing in my mind

and that trumpet

in my thoughts

and in my ears

and in my eyes.

It was a time

when my words

were stolen.

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