The cages clatter close over the shop windows
On the claustrophobic streets
(Jammed, dimes apart) .
Shopkeeps sweep over daily dust
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In winter's snowy drifts
Under the shawl of twillight
We walked, hand in hand, clasped and cold,
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Push, shove.
The August heat makes the body sweat
And the ire rise.
On the George Washington Bridge.
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Oh Birthland,
Where God's leftist hand
Was spread over pine clad hills,
Down to the walled-in Rooms
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The first time we lay together
We were naked, not nude,
Unarmoured and unmasked
Bodies intwined in the silent dark,
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Counting on summer, counting the steps
To the cafe from home.
Breaking some backs on the cracks dividing the sidewalk,
Nearly bending my own.
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I don't hurry past the old school
This is where we loved and fought
Through the days
We've passed on.
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How do you start a poem?
Is it something bred inside you,
An Immaculate Conception
Waiting for a nativity scene?
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I took a walk on the jagged rocks
On the foggy shores of home.
The ocean rolled and ripples bloomed
As I gently skipped a stone.
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Can I reach you with my ruined right hand,
A bundle nerves and muscles, twisted and tangled
Like strands of dysfunctioning wire.
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