Here's another one from Spring 2008.
On the Street Today
I come into the sun
From the florescent light
Of a windowless inside
The air blows the trees
And pushes my hair
Across my face
I can smell the city
It is not fresh
It is not clean
But I smell it and smile
Because it blows
On a warm wind again.
I am ready to face the world today.
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