spent last night with a two-year-old_____

2 train, December 2013
I remember that Molly was leaving New York City, that she has worked as a tour guide while also trying to make it as an actor. Like many of us, she had had enough. I thought a great deal about that line. What is it that makes us finally leave, or stay?

spent last night with
a two-year-old
Bubbly and loving
and thrilled by
every wrinkle of time
I keep remembering his
high, clean bird-voice
As I wait for the white
stick-man to appear
at the corner
And tell me I can
cross the dirty street.

Read a poem by Egypt

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