Change
Breaks me into loose change
Yesterday folded me neatly in my wallet
Today I’m the clinking in my pocket
Just as easily scrambled as loose change
Change
Shucks me into phrases
Yesterday wrote me out like a novel
Today I’m a nod where I don’t speak the language
Just as fragmented as I fought not to be
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I'm in Italy. Reflecting on change. The part after you release your grip, but before the renewal. The degradation of structure. Maybe its the ruins in Rome.
So I hear the 55 Bar is closing in NYC. Talk about change, talk about loose change. These pictures are from Rome and Tivoli. Ciao x
