Walking the narrow sidewalks cobbled for immigrants of the 1930s
under grayscale constantly moving towards the horizon
past houses framed for the laborers in the ’50s
chain link fences put up to keep out the drugs of the ’70s and ’80s
under trees sprouted a hundred years befor
pushing my way through decades of History
with a wall of ideas around my head to keep out the ideals of the dead.
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