New Poem on January 6, 2013

MANHATTAN TRIPTYCH

1.

This blue

beyond

endurance,

unconscious

islanders

awake

again

to water.

2.

On every street

is someone

I know

or knew

or loved

or wished

I did.

3.

please

please

let

there

be

trees.

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BELOW THE BRIDGE

We know  it

glints

and gleams,

the Bridge,

and

soars

up

lifting

all hearts

 in

poem and

song.

But below

there are

boats

not the

ferries to

Brooklyn or

square-shouldered

yachts or

sight-seeing

schooners,

 but first, the gun

boats, dark

floating tanks

with long

brown muzzles

pointing in all

directions, now

 small

craft, cute

like toys                                                                                                                                

except for the                                      

cold blue

blinking

lights or the

sharp red stripe

of emergency

and

might,

a

back and

fill of

beauty

and

fear.

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