SUNRISE ON KIP'S BAY
( extreme e34th street)
Sunrise comes as no surprise, why should it?
The light-engine brings itself back into us daily,
we seek respite and a moment alone. Warmth floods
with glory directly to us. There are no dead around me
rising - I see no transfigurations here, no Lazaruses
to be celebrated. Everything is as before - for the most
part the same. The jangle of nerves and steel, and yet
another day, has a million feet off towards pathways running.
I know this and - all of it - I understand. Here again, a day.
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