#359. making silence echo

August 19, 2010

making silence echo

restrained hesitation just before
the next tango step
light jingling through ice cubes
a hundred glasses
raised in hot sharp conversations
are taken outside
to the ancient cobblestone streets
the humid night
bright eyes then hands lips bodies
making silence echo

#202. inhabit

March 15, 2010

inhabit
the life
of those
walking
the cobblestones
down town
intimately
possessing
the now
to walk
forward.

the grey rivers
are blue and clear
on any chosen day.

look
between the cobblestones
into the ancient earth
of the seaport

find there
the ghosts of new york

hear
water through the broken ships
anchoring the rotting piers
peck slip and coientes

find there
the bones of new york

smell
drifting airs sweet sour
salt spicy bitter
conjuring the past today

find there
the breath of new york

feel
destruction rumbling construction
devolving evolving mains tunnels
hovels towers bridges

find there
the blood of new york

taste
the masses strangers known
intimately in the shared glimpse
of the Endless across the tracks

find there
the dreams of new york

look
between the cobblestones
into the ancient earth
of the seaport

find there
the ghosts of new york

hear
water through the broken ships
anchoring the rotting piers
peck slip and coientes

find there
the bones of new york

taste
drifting icy airs sweet
sour salt spicy bitter
conjuring the past today

find there
the breath of new york

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