Knockout New York - Poem by Diane Hine
old gold and
cubist verve splash
oscillating in an
that quickens their skeletal frames.
Neck braces and steel corsets curb the
exuberance of artfully constrained,
well-heeled, sky-scraping individualists.
Youngsters at heart, they sing sibilantly to each
other but never rub shoulders, thus avoiding the
risk of a knock-out dance routine. Still they can't help but sway-
kitsch neon, old gold and cubist verve splash kinetic towers.
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