The sole of my shoe came off
just a bit at the top and I thought
as I paused on the stoop to inspect it
it might be glued or just tossed.
Then a girl appeared
on the front stoop of a row house
on a sweltering July night
before the second great war.
There was no air conditioning
so she could not sleep
but she could sit and listen
to the cries from the factories
And follow the metallic puffs floating
above the river in Manayunk
and dream of where she’d rather be
years before she gave birth to me.
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