I've heard said, by those who have lived
here all their lives, that Uptown
rests on living ground. So one day
I parked my car and wandered into the bustling
intersection of Lake and Lagoon
and put my ear to the asphalt.
I did not hear the living beneath
the blaring of horns, but the whisper of unmade zygotes,
the rustle of a hundred missed connections.
I've heard said your face implies you
the moment
your eyes meet the one
you will never have
*Photo by escluso @ Flikr
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