New World

New York
was not quite expected

But when we heard it calling us
the only hesitation was ours

The walls of your garden aren’t quite so high
from this point of view

Part of me will lie
buried beneath your flowers

But we will thrive
on streets we haven’t yet walked down

fin.

This is a poem about the show Boy Meets World bye.

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