this is what matters most:
a fleck of gold in someone's hair
-watching the skin heal after a burn
The mad dash as the train pulls in.
The last line in a Woody Allen film
-people breaking up into mobile phones
tripping over cobblestones
(little pockets of the city only found if lost)
The prominent line of the jaw when he is thinking
-a silent, tired community of workers heading home
believing the ability to sing will make everything fall into place
The wind chiming above King Street
-a lady's perfume making you hungry as she passes
(the unfathomable possibilities of twilight)
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