Manhattan is full of them:
people perching on fire escapes,
watching the streets unfold below,
with all the men and women
and the pigeons and the pocket change.
And how strange it is.
two people can meet and find familiarity
in the unfamiliar,
a street can be empty
and they both recognize that feeling.
In frame & poem by @kellyapeacock
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