downtown breeze

then one more time

                  she comes, tip toes like a

hunger on the Hill St. bridge

but does not offer her love pang to me

             orphaned i stand of the

                      ideals i’ve had

             for ever it seems

                 she enters and

leaves unimpressed

as always

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