A poem about disability
Standing back looking into the city
Seeing where I came from and I where I played
A memory for me
A long, long time ago now
Looking into the endless motion
The flow of people and traffic
If you get close enough
You can be swept away
Like a piece of driftwood
Caught in a tide
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