Seventh Avenue - Poem by Megan Ayscue
Things are different on the other side of the street.
People love, people hate,
People take things with a grain of salt just as easily.
You wouldn't believe how funny it is.
I've never been, and I never want to go back.
Back to my life.
What a curious place.
New, unusual, different.
It intrigues me.
Unique and bounding with fruitful weirdness.
A different world,
Just next door.
You see it everyday,
But you don't understand.
The trivial nature of Seventh Avenue.
Won't you see?
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