where I once bought steaming hot chestnuts
on a winter afternoon
to find the coffee house
where I wore a black burlap skirt
and drank espresso in Greenwich Village
to find the street corners
where Allen Ginsberg read poetry,
the studios where abstract expressionists
pushed at the edges of art
Let's pretend to find the boundaries of memory.
Poetic Asides prompt
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