Swing your left arm forward
Lift your right leg so your heel
Hovers just above the curb
Let the sun glint on your glasses
As you look at a point
Just beyond where your foot
Would come down if you weren't
Fated to spend eternity
Almost walking out of a tax photo
Of 27 Whitehall Street as it was
Late on a fall day in 1939.
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