may 7, 2007:
Atlanta has never led me astray
Atlanta has never turned me aside
She uses my memories to paint her walls
And I brace her skyscrapers with my eyelashes
Atlanta creates stages where I am one in a crowd
And holds cracks and crevices where I am a shadow
Atlanta shields me from nothing
And freckles my face
Atlanta's formal dress is mist
She draws night about herself as a cloak
And wears the moon as her jewel
The color of Atlanta is dazzling green and charcoal
And I dress to blend in
My life is my city's camouflage.
I wander boldly down her steaming streets
And grip her hills with my bare feet
Atlanta greets me like a child
She always knew would return
I slide seamlessly into
Dew-covered leaves and
Strangers offering their hearts to strangers
Atlanta has never held me in her arms
But she offers me her lap
Inviting me to lie down
And weep if I must
Atlanta always looks up
And I will always look back.
Monday, January 10, 2011
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