I received a guest poem through my contact form. This is why I love New Yorkers:
Always to the same spot. We walk opposite to sides unmet.
Where we meet in between
Still ends don’t meet
I see you there.
We are incomplete.
Where to build a bridge across
From how do I discover.
Maybe if I walk all the way back
Will I find you on the other side again?
Around in circles
Did I miss on the way back?
Well, I guess not completely in circles
For each time I get to the end
You are still on the other side.
From how do I build a bridge to make ends meet?
Around we go, fall back again
Always to the same spot
We walk opposite to sides unmet
I asked Siri the title of your blog, I read like half a poem and wanted to write my own,
20 something new yorker