The streets were filled
with relative strangers
strangers no less friendly
than some of my closest friends
One nod of recognition
brought the old feelings
flooding back
the wash of time
And it was as uplifting
as it could be
sometimes going back
sometimes to the scene
of a supposed disaster area
is nothing more than neurosis
invented anxiety
over preceived slights
in amongst
the actual
very small horrors
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