Amidst the silence
Of the skyscrapers
That at night overwhelm
My humanity
With their gravity,
I know you are
Just around the corner
To hear me unburden myself
Perhaps under the flicker
Of a solar-powered street light
Or at the next stop sign
As I head toward the promenade
Where Manhattan overlooks
The sleepy Hudson river
Glowing faintly
Under the crescent moon
As constant as the wave
Of would-be immigrants
Longing to have a taste
Of the Big Apple.
There is no other way
To express myself
And for you to listen.
When I reach what Madison avenue
Image makers have dubbed
As the center of the universe,
I visualize your face embedded
In the zipper headlines
It is then that I can hear you.

From Somewhen (New York: 2013)

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