Which way to walk down these tree streets
and find home cooking, boundless love?
Double-dutching on front porches,
men in sleeveless undershirts.
I’m listening for the Philly sound—
Brother brother brotherly love.
--from "Preliminary Sketches: Philadelphia" by inaugural poet Elizabeth Alexander
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