9 ways of viewing the Brooklyn bridge
1 from far away as if
a child drew 2 bright
triangles in the sky
2 empty newspaper truck
rattling over violet bridge
3 rain sweeps through giant
silver spider web
4 obscured by N train
its metal doors reflect freight
boats and painted containers
5 tipping from side to side
listening to loosen tracks
6 passengers huddled in tight circles
woolen gloves around steel pole
7 1 square of sunset
in the sticky window
8 orange ball bounces beside
bridge...slides into blue water
white waves
9 black sky black sea
yellow moon climbs
over buildings
3 foghorns
December
The watching clock
pinches each second,
holds a minute in
its hand...drops,
catching another.
Snow gently falls,
frost gathering upon
the window pane.
As gulls
proclaim this
new morning,
the sun rose...
another golden flower!
Night
Slides under door jambs
pouring through the window
painting my room black.
This evening was spent
watching old movies.
Song and dance actors
looping through gay,
improbable plots.
All my plates are put away,
cups hanging on hooks.
The towel is still moist.
I blow out cinnamon candles
wafting air with spice.
Listening now to heat
sputtering and dogs
barking at winds.
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