October 1, 2022

The Long Way

(after walking on the High Line, NYC)

Walk the Long Way, Sky-Garden-view
Ghost whistle echoes down the tree-tracks,
   Present grows over Past,
      The only cargo, memories,
         Bridging over city streets.
Boats peek through on the path.
The “IQ building” stops,
    He’s All for Love
    (Relatively Speaking)
Capture yourself in flowers,
   Shady benches beckon,
      Fountains wait,
         The young band plays.
Here on the road where lovers might stroll.
   I could sleep ’twas it safe,
       Nestled in green,
          Over the rumble, Under the lights
While childhood places whisper,
    Looking out to the water.