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14th Street

  • Writer: abby
    abby
  • Oct 14, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Oct 15, 2024

A love letter to the East Village

“She said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm”


I don’t like 14th Street

But as long as I’ve been here

I’ve been by it


14th always had something to prove

To defend

Not all bad, but not home


13th didn’t care

So I set up shelter

My small existence


Content

A whisper of a presence

Between the neon signs and Tuesday trash


A life

Running up Broadway

Juggling the L to Q

I come home to at the end of the day


Going out of my way

To dodge 14th

The dreaded no man’s land between 1st and 3rd


Perhaps there is more to life than 14th Street

But odds are

It’s wrapped around it



 
 
 

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