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Wanted (Free verse) by Dovina Have you ever looked east toward City Hall,
its dome illuminated on misty spring night,
Romanesque, reminiscent,
an ancestorâs image almost visible under its arch?
Someone behind you speaks,
insipient history swells.
You walk beside matriarchs,
1880âs migrants you descend from.
Your knees barely hold you,
for you belongâ
there on the sidewalk,
so quickly linked.
Have you ever stood behind someone,
facing east?
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