backed with morning fire
as i rumbled back westward
my stay was short
marked by rest that knew
less than hours
and a predawn celebration
of a better year yet unfolded
i emerged from the stale
warm belly of this great city
sleepwalked into times square detritus
and through rising basement air
to collect my next leg
you were asleep finding those hours
we lost to night
nestled within the chaos
of stepped flat rooftops that
each met the racket of the j
and that is where i left you
your neighborhood of infinite jewels
of constant change and noise
and all those pink coral sunsets
once below aristophanes said we
spend our lives searching for
our other half
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