only walk so far before
we flag
down
a yellow cab speeding
towards us
in the rain.
in the cold.
bags under our arms,
under our eyes,
our shoulders sag
as we drag along
on wheels
our possessions.
somewhere in the luggage
is an umbrella,
and pepper spray
and a worn
map of the city, stained
with coffee.
we're thirsty,
hungry, tired and nearly
broke from
the five day
stay.
we want to go home,
we're done.
but so many
people are lying on
the sidewalk,
asleep like laundry,
so many pigeons
are in
the way.
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