By Abigail Byrd
A tourist passing through
believes I’m just a few
shining one-stop shops
lining the highway
but do you really
want to know
my history?
Who built me?
Who paved these
downtown streets?
Who has a dream
for my hole-in-the-wall,
heart throbs of painting and poetry
that keep my heart beating slowly?
What is a tourist
to a beautiful city?
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