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Split Ball Change.


Rounded corners and softened edges
Conversing between worlds apart.
Understanding through god knows what.
Slowly making our way way downtown.
And I can’t say whether I’m hungry or tired,
Full or empty, or just plain fine.

In a New York taxi and the night is young.


Theatre Maker. Teaching Artist. Student of Life. Poet from way back.

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