Manhattan Visit

Manhattan Visit

I don't belong here, but I wish I did.

The water thrashing in a dozen dangerous directions.

The breeze: Invisible, crazy, sweet caresses.

I don't know the lights, the landmarks; life

Inside the rivers, more alive than life elsewhere;

Twenty-four hours expressed, longer, louder, better.

I yearn across the water to dakota lights.

In the name I live the long agos,

Feel the city in my veins and leave it in the rear-view window,

On the bridge the traffic shuts behind me like a gate.

Manhattan Visit by Judy Schilling

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