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Poetry

by Len Krisak

YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED; YOU ARE WEIGHED AND FOUND WANTING; YOUR KINGDOM WILL BE DIVIDED AND SURRENDERED TO THE PERSIANS

It’s one year later, but the same old subway station
Stairs I step down — tread-worn, steep, and gritty.
One weight they’ve yet to bear: the fruits of renovation
Long-promised but forgotten by the city

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