I never ride the train into Brooklyn anymore. What is there left here for me to see? I remember a summer, years ago and Williamsburg was a different place then, except exactly the same. I just don't have anyone to visit anymore.
I walked up fifth avenue to work today, such bone-chilling cold creeping into my senses but the air clear and the view of the Empire State uncluttered. So many times I lose my footing and it remains, unwavering, to remind me of my purpose with this life and with this city.
You are here to love the city
And to write.
As long as you do that,
You are winning the war.
I am ready
to resume my place
in the battlefield.
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