#399. east river esplanade

October 3, 2010

certain
of now and then
with out knowing the point
spread out over all the time it takes
to walk a girl from pier seventeen to battery park
and ride home with the daily catch
on the path to awareness
that everything
passes

#355. atlas unlimited

August 15, 2010

vast map
my dreams
a pin dropped
life truly pointed
in a direction calling
me to the expressions
I need to do more than
survive in the woven strings

the daily real
is as unlimited as anything else
in the Endless

vast map
calls dreams
drops sharp pins
pointing life’s true
directions calling me
to the many expressions
i need to weave and to survive
more than the strings that are mine

#354. saturn night

August 14, 2010

hammering
the nail
bridge high
friends
sharing it all
sweets
cool fulton evening
air fun
when the now
is Now
string of lights
pearls
stumbling home and to bed with you

around
the corner
of this reality
over a stone steel
bridge half shrouded
in the rising east river mist
a cool song catches a tiny
breeze unhindered by
all the night noise
or drifting pot
fragrance
clears

suddenly the city shines
and my headache dissolves

#351. manhattan trancer

August 11, 2010

streets are filled with ghosts
time is very unstuck here
between the rivers
harlem east
hudson

its always the past
and always the future
thats what makes this city
the city of right now so poignant

heat rivers brownstones
garbage dog walkers cops talking
hot steam curling out of grates glowing
highrise windows by the dos passos millions
definite girls in infinite sandals astride bridges
ball parks all paths for me in the musing vortex

time chases me
spins me
yes

#331. reverie

July 22, 2010

the sea spreads
rises beyond
its banks
floats
me
up
above
the bridge
inside a cloud
to fall as the rain

poems
the notes of history
highs and lows
melodic and dissonant
ferry me across
time and the east river
i send my love
walt

#291. east river walk

June 12, 2010

passing by the soft river
grabs my senses
suspends time
breaks my
heart
the
home
less man
wimpers in
time with the wild
waves sweeping the path

#288. horizon

June 9, 2010

age is my ever changing adventure
confusing my words deep in the night
the impatient slap and surge of the east
river’s musical journey through the arches
of brooklyn bridge helps me to sweet sleep

#245. three day rain

April 27, 2010

the edge
of the storm
is sharp blue
lightening against deep grey

clear air
crying birds
full rushing river
sweeping past the pier pilings

beauty
worth the wait

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