NYC Fridge Poetry

 

fridge magnets in my kitchen, sorted

credit: @RobinLKStudios

 

As if peering out that 9th floor window to the NYC traffic below,

I see those magnetic words bunched, wandering, gravitating…. north, south, east, west….

Like NYC cars, the words move with purpose.

Noisily. Quietly.

Always with purpose.

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