still
surface
tension
grey
glossy
river
water
bulge
ripple
stone
tower
brooklyn
bridge
summer
heat
wave
day
peace
real
moment
truth
meaning
our
life

#317. connected

July 8, 2010

floating on the rolling waves
a massive wooden beam
bounces off the stone
tower of brooklyn
bridge sings
and spins hitting
again with a dull tone
sending shivers and ghosts
into my awareness of right now

#240. grey wing

April 22, 2010

past
my long
day following
the flight of a gull
from the balcony railing
wheeling past a thousand
blind windows riding the spring
wind with wings fully outstretched
quavering catching the updraft sailing
over the east river beyond the high towers
of the brooklyn bridge out of sight i feel again

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

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