Treasure Island

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.

Dog goD

Submitted: Friday, August 07, 2009
Edited: Sunday, January 29, 2012
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