Being There Poem by Midnight Clarity

Being There



The city slid around me
like a skin
warm, familiar,
home.
Air filled my lungs
with perfume
hot tar, charcoal
sweat.
My soul stretched out
forever in New York
complete, exultant
full.

Love that place.

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Midnight Clarity

Midnight Clarity

Isles of Scilly living in Barbados
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