The Calling

She’ll fall asleep
Thinking of him,
What he said, how he looked
And the significance of the word

Nimble as he applied it to her mind.
A delicate word that withstood
The rush and roar of the subway
Train tearing into the tired station.

It was summer after all,
The heat controlling public spaces.

On the street the buildings
Stood their ground,
Bore witness to fuming cars unable
To break from the established pattern

Of stop and go,
Stop and go.
A highway only of the heart for them
Within the city limits.

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