Thoughts Near The George Washington Bridge Poem by Tony Towle

We move frontally toward dominion,
which is something I've wanted to do;
but with too much appeasement in that advertisement,
too brief,

as an interest in susceptibility,
feeling oddly among those people in their revolt;
and its concluding essence
will depend on the Attack of the Parsley Men

and balance on the corner of an extreme tenement
and Beth shall have no opinion.

2
No, but on the other side,
it is mostly uncomfortable here;
I have been here a long time,
with differences.
We should go take in the weather
at the top of the hill,
as in my original conception,
with the light.

3
Struck
by the center, the design;
I was stuck by the difference
in her clothing.
The steps are being reviewed,
the last offense is there, stops,
expresses momentum.