stars in the trees3
By Fernando Gallegos

I found the voice
Of my tapestry
I found the song
Of the reverie
Inked onto a wall

Graffitied , dirty little building
Off Church and Canal

I felt the buzz
Standing on the High Line
I felt the voices
Magnified on the door of the Dakota Roadhouse bar

Drunk, little waitress
Feeding us whiskey and tonics

I lost track
Of time on the A train
I lost track
In the Standard, beer garden

Hungry, lost boys
Ate with bare hands and empty bellies

I joined them
With pints of Bitburger and bratwurst
I joined them
With laughter and frozen memories

I joined them

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