New York swelters in August
followed by crisp September and October
Then flurries in November
and chill in January that cuts to the morrow
I was born of transplanted parents
Apartment 1D was a shadowy place
of flickering candles and eyes in the somber portrait
of a great grandmother who followed you wherever you moved
I was born cloistered
and then turned loose
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