So much of the city
is our bodies. Places in us
old light still slants through to.
Places that no longer exist but are full of feeling,
like phantom limbs.
Even the city carries ruins in its heart.
Longs to be touched in places
only it remembers.
-excerpted from Phantom Limbs, a poem by Anne Michaels
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Well written. May peace be with you 🙂