even by the bridge patience shrugs
through the civilized crowd.
Families wait for the first fireworks,
heat somehow calming children
into amiable sleep. The city held
my breath, too, as I splashed
in the fountains and eyed the ferris
wheel, hoping for a hand to hold
at the top. I skipped winter that year,
always one step ahead of the sun.
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