as it surrounds our eyes–one set across popcorn intersections
fixed on the concrete streamers suspended from the sky

The stiff ribbons that form out of the faraway–and tie us to it
that flair at eye level before me on 55th street

Where there’s a giant LOVE whose E became my crown
as I went down and took Morning out again

in the middle of life you would have loved before
becoming a refrain in the middle of the sidewalk

Just getting to if there is a place further from me I beg you do not
go and wondering if your ghost is thanking me for taking you there

bringing it here and allowing possessions to ignite midtown where
my face is pointing straight up again and necromancy’s masking that I’m alone