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Nighttime on St Johns

The sounds of those living around me

Envelop me in their warmth

Their inclusivity


The woman in 2A listens to jazz

As she cooks

The smell of her meal hangs in the hall

Along with the bright notes of her music


I walk up the stairs to my own apartment

Slowly

To savor the moment

I unlock the door to my apartment and step in

To make a dinner of my own


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- Anne Pietrow

From my desk to yours

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