Rebecca Allen ’25
Staff Writer
In the distance,
a siren.
I listen to
Frankie Cosmos’ old
bandcamp albums
and wish
I was in New York
in spring,
looking at the
tenements and their
graffiti covered alleys.
Quiet afternoons
make me think of
Sundays at home,
of the pale light
streaming in
and how I would
read the paper lazily
in the kitchen while you
cooked and the cat whined.
your voice is far now,
and when I listen
sometimes I forget
that those days used
to be us, always.
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