i am reminded of all the things i do not have in the urban village
where there are no tree-lined streets
or darkened highways.
my hudson valley
i left you and felt you were not what i wanted
i breathe you as you howl around
i find pegasus and orion and sense of smallness from your peaks and waters.
in a sea of faces i will never find the same pegasus,
in this sky, she'll always be the same.
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