10 miles in manhattan

Do you know the sensation
where you can pick out one sound
through the discord of a busy street?
I think that’s love.

One perfect harmony surrounded
by white noise.
A magnetic pull so strong
it disrupts your poles
and realigns your being
to reassign your north star.

And most days 
I’m nothing but dazzled by its bellow;
The one cry in the universe
meant for me.

And on others I can’t help but fret
that I may lose it amongst the symphony
of sounds that are not. 

But if roads are meant for journeys
and not destinations
I suppose I won’t lay down right here
and allow myself to be plowed
by a chorus of clamor not intended for me.

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