My Heart

This is a poem that I wrote while on a commuter bus into the city.  There was an exceptional amount of traffic into the city due to a stalled tractor-trailer in the Lincoln Tunnel.  New Jersey Transit remedied the traffic situation by diverting about a hundred buses or so to Secaucus junction in order to use the trains…This gave me just enough time to drift away and write this…

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Haig’s “My Heart”

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