A Walk In New York Poem by Steven Adelman

A Walk In New York



It is 4: 40 in New York
on a Monday
These 7 days just started
& already my mad mind at work

Sleepy in the afternoon;
an angel for my thoughts.
Strange memories nostalgia LSD dream
I'm back!
& there was death, too
but this time I was not scared

I've come too far now,
Heaven is just beyond the moon

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Steven Adelman

Steven Adelman

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