Moving along the hot city cement
many sets of eyes follow
as I go moving alone
curious eyes, lonely eyes
they follow.
Who am I?
Who are you?
Nothing more than a stranger
on more than a strange street
nothing more will we know
as we hurry away from the heat.
Barbara L. Steinberg
July 15, 1974
Boston, MA
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