Our Cities Vanish: Poetry by Ray Hinman
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The Thing you Will Miss Most
Against the whirl of night life
you hold your heart
like some fragile glass thing
that hums approval or hatred.
We should lament the loss of higher things,
but when our democracy is gone,
this will be the thing you miss most.
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