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Short Poem


Like magic it began a small thing
As cells divided and became people
Within these confines that were warm, welcoming, alive
Lives that took on directions so separate from their conception
How they ever existed within the same space
Became a distant memory
As walls came down
Doors closed
Leases signed
Another “That used to be a…” story
In New York City



photograph by Jeffrey Betts


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  1. Michelle says:

    Wonderful poem, so authentic.

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