The Arrow
when he speaks
the heart repeats
a beautiful
beauty.
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it rocks my face
like a piece of music
it stones my hands
like a sculptor’s thought.
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his story is like one of those birds
come back to life
like a flower that blooms
sort of like a heart again
or a water victim saved.
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he is the man who travels
in order to be all the man you need
forgive his voice
I know you’ve heard it all before
forgive my message
I am an arrow.Â
What Would You Do If…
You were in New York City?
I have been here for a few days now for business, and although I have limited time to venture I realized that I’ve done nothing. Therefore I will ask the question to my audience to generate some ideas.Â
What you would do if you were in New York City?
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