When we find a vaccine for each other’s fears and denial.

I think I’ll look across the street

There’s a tree that weathered Hurricane Sandy

A good place to start if I could get out

Fading light traces the lines of a young woman

Walking into the dusk on 86th Street

Teasing my gaze into some tomorrow

STEPPING OUT BY GLENN MOSS

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 7734THPARALLEL.NET

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