The Georgia Viaduct, just off Main

Late night cars turning off Main, cutting through the fog and climbing up the on-ramp, me on the shadowed sidewalk leaning over the railing, cold hands fumbling with knots, someone stretched out down below, pressed tight to the concrete overhang, still or sleeping; a bower of sorts- Inga

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