Brooklyn

I.

You are my near miss
-a cruel joke penned by Mr. Allen
leaving more questions than answers.

II.

A walk in the shadows
does nothing to conceal
a dream within a dream
we regress, in the end, all of us.

III.

Pointed toes and straight arms
poised for perfection
years of bloodied soles
wince with each phantom step.

IV.

Melodies without a hook
is that why we are stuck?
seen a hundred times
in the darkest parts of Instinct.

Glenna Lynne Schubert

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