I keep circling the Triborough Bridge
Hell’s Gate Bridge always with a line of freight cars
Randall’s Island, my sister in red and gold cheerleader clothes

my muse wears contact lenses, 
 maybe she’ll never see 
  past suburbia 

            look to the light

                     over there

                             here

Six days after I put the Audubon Bumper
on the truck I noticed the difference
and Annie sitting next to me

Guest night. Breath-taking games and—spending. 
I play hand-rubbing host, you guest condescending.

Because I love and gladly serve this woman
must you call me degenerate and a fool?
She has something for the nicest taste

At the first sign of
weariness, there will be
a 15 minute rest stop.

A vast crowd, so many, rushed to the riverbank:
Women and men, famous greathearted heroes, 
The life in their hero bodies now defunct, 

Dawn at that hour
Brought on her kindly light for ill mankind,
Arousing men to labor and distress.

A soft, motiveless conversation that might never end
In a country of size, so beautiful days did not finger each ear.
Near one end grackles, the birds in armor,