By yi-ching lin
March 5, 2010
Tags: art, dslr, loss, manhattan, moments, photo, photograph, photography, photos, pictures, poem, poems, poetry, random, union square
Category: art, city, nyc, portrait, structure
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there are these unmeasured
when i not so much as
forget, but stop bearing
that you have gone.
imagine going into
the store and filling
up the cart, only
that there is one less
to shop for —
each of these
‘bullets’–now that’s a forceful word choice full of certain allusions and nuances…
hey–it’s looking gray here.
that is a little haunting
welcome back, Otto. hope all’s well on your end of things…
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