02 February 2012


NYC 2/2

The broken tower that is Manhattan -

(I was about to say 'looms' but that is a cry in the wind
a promise to no one and an explanation of nothing)

- drifts to sea grazes its bow against the bridges
and cradles itself against the edge of Governor's Island

What occurs next is murky

Is a record dribbling against the over door of Long Island

Then everything pushes out - in - to the openness

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