New York

My brickyard reef supports your coral steel
that bites into the endless ocean sky.
where all the stars have come to shore to wheel
and dance among the shoals and fish that fly
down the concrete currents of this city reef.
The surf of sound, the rolling waves of man
in modern life. Fast forward to the brief
and lonely moments where it all begins
to run and bleed like water colored scales
and fins-the open gape and gasping maw
with wide-eyed stare that sees and starts to pale:
We fish, alone together, as they saw
in neighborhoods of plastic, steel, and stone
are knit together, joined at soul and bone.