The streets were all mine.
The only cars on the road were buried.
the crisp night spread out
into a white blanket of peace.
Breathing deeply,
walking alone
“On Guyot” playing in my earbuds
craving a mutual smile
a wink, a flirt, a hug,
a warm beverage
or even the mere threat of a kiss.
I had just the place in mind.
~Edward Austin Robertson
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 
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