Bad Poetry Friday

Another one written for a friend.

 

Hillary (7/29/00)

Sipping mocha lattes on Broadway
watching hippies, hipsters, and homeless men
with our heavy hearts
holding hands
trying not to think about
tomorrow
next week
next year
holding onto each second
wondering why we chose to walk this path
all we know is that we’re in the right place

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