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Night

Giddy shrieks drift through my window

On a musty river of moonlit air

Its damp nostalgia recalling

Capture the Flag at midnight

On the dew-drenched lawn

A charged haze of freedom

On a cloudy night of teenage summer

→ July 23, 2014

Eighth Avenue at midnight

is a murky sea of smoke and rouge,

on which the battered hulls and tattered sails of the impoverished

struggle to stay afloat,

the jagged rocks below the waves,

more stubborn than steadfast.

A grey cloud tries to rise higher in the mire of fatigue

and fails.

→ October 2, 2013