Walking not Reading
She is not a reader but a walker.I am paranoid.
Both are in the city outside of shops, offices, cafes (avenue of americas) --sidewalking--- (nyc, usa.)
She confessed having to look up to see the sky.All those buildings perpindicular to the street, pointing up andlooked, then, to me, interpreting: means [you] can look up and see the sky.
[She] needs to see the sky to look up.
Unfortunately, she added,"You look down not to see the sky."
Battery Park. The same guys,I swear it, the same guys,selling junk and t-shirtsand the statue of liberty closed.
Is it? Still?In November right after?
sulfurous knocking heated metals sour stomach flash bulbs smell shrines and tourists. For once, nobody [selling] anything.
City Hall more distant than ever, always has been. Not in Denver.My memories of that part of town— with my grampy, when I was small—hold no City Hall.
Was it there, then?Is it really there, now?
What will a memorial reflect--A Bull or A Building?All of it plastic without the debris and death.
She said "be still" but I only hear “still,” not to be: more with than for or to.In that case—steel,and all the other words that soundsimilarly and not one syllable, not one phoneme, ironic.
Not in spite of history but of sentimentality.