Katowice

For my Polish friend, I miss you

The noise of the city is so hectic,

People run in place

Never quite finding themselves,

Seeking remedies for their own sadness,

I find myself falling forward

And just barely being able to catch myself.

I cry out to you as you’re ahead of me,

I run into the old ladies and men as they walk away from us,

I cry out to you again and you barely turn around this time with that

Lovely smile that pierces and shines

And I swear that for a moment it lights up this gray, damp city.

Author's Note

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