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NYC Fridge Poetry

magnetic poetry on refrigerator
credit: RobinLK Studios – the side of our fridge – where I often stand for minutes on end…. #Inspiration

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.


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