The great snowstorm disspates, rains away with one mild day and it all turns to mist around Union Square. The bartender gave me free drinks, the Universe gives me free pennies, there's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
The dog spends her days sleeping, one ear perpetually cocked to not miss the sound of a fridge door opening. It's a simple life, and no less worthy of admiration.
America waxes and wanes under your feet, reminds itself to you, what you were promised when you landed on these shores and the promises you made in return. The pot is boiling, now, you keep making promises. You've gotten so much for free, it is time to put some money where your mouth is. It's time to smile in copper coins.
Check your pockets.
You may just be good for it, now.
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