Dog goD 8Hate (Grass Valley, Ca.)
Returning to Manhattan
Walking across the Roeblings’ prized project,
I gazed out at an impeded dusk setting;
This, as the East River begin to fade…
There was a faint object moving
Close to the Manhattan shore,
Splashing in lurid testimony, it seemed a person.
The frenzy stopped.
What had been desperation’s curious plight
Had turned to an ominous deposition:
Giovanni Nicoli had dealt with his girl friend’s suitor.
He was now free to pursue his presumptive object –
An over-stuffed cannoli oozing ricotta cheese.
I ran back to Brooklyn … for a donut.
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