A man jumps out of a burning
five-story building and walks
away. I heard this on the news.
Then you wake up one day at 6 a.m.
invigorated, in love with life. You walk
down the avenue, and green is greener
than green, blue is bluer than blue.
The whistle you hear is as clear
as a concert hall’s flute. Beneath
your feet you feel the concrete’s
every pore. This day, this one day,
is eternity—the only day you realize
how it feels to walk down the Avenue
of the Americas.
By Dario R. Beniquez
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