Nighttime on St Johns
- acpietrow
- Nov 19, 2020
- 1 min read
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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