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Subterranean beasts of burden whisk
Human vessels under The City's streets.
Full of color-bursting passions, dreams, tears
Well-sealed with drab coverings of boredom.
I must trust your sudden fascination
In my umbrella. Her cane. His paper.
As you look at your watch, I look at mine.
[Poem No. 1 in James Gormley's unpublished poetry collective, The City]
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"Human vessels under city streets" I can visualize this; like blood vessels, veins and arteries. You have a very visual poem and it is truly, a fine piece.
