by Alessandra Gordon
December 6, 2009 § Leave a comment
cross one to the next
to the Hudson River where
distance is truly immeasurable:
she thought she would come to the edge of the city
float on the Hudson, face down
collecting trash in her hair,
purifying this place.
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