NYC Fridge Poetry
![magnetic poetry on refrigerator](https://robinlkstudios.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/img_4998-e1509550454231.jpg)
As if peering out that 9th-floor window to the NYC traffic below,
I see those magnetic words bunched, wandering, gravitating…. north, south, east, west….
Like NYC cars, the words move with purpose.
Noisily. Quietly.
Always with purpose.