The Urban Three

  • Article by: AMY E. HUANG
  • Updated: December 27, 2012 - 5:02 PM

I remember the smell of the night,

but it was really morning.

 

It infiltrated my clothes,

right down to my skin.

It combined with my sweat

and clung to my skin.

 

Our breathing was even

with the tapping of our

running shoes.

 

Conversation echoed along the street,

bouncing off  lamp post, buildings, signs, cars.

 

Stars twinkled, stop lights changed.

We kept going till the end.

 

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