Glimpses of a river Jan 24, 2025

 

I can't quite see the River from the train as once I could except between the buildings rich people reside in, hogging up the view I once assumed we were all entitled to, the change rattling in my pocket for when I will stop for coffee I no longer need to become awake, my bag hanging for my side, an artificial appendage I have come so used to I would rather lose an arm than abandon it, notepad, cell phone, assortment of pens with which I steer the direction of my life, aching for a glimpse of a river I am not rich enough to possess for myself

 

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