INCENDIARY PUSH
Brooklyn had its Naval Yard and
Manhattan Beach once had its
piers. Oh suddenly I long for
both. I have empty hands but
my gloves won't fit. Nothing
I clasp stays put. It is a mystery
to me how all things changed.
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There was a time I clambered.
I traveled anywhere I chose, to
look at old buildings and towers
and those things which, by today's
new standards, don't amount to
anything at all. I am appalled.
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It's as if an incendiary push has
driven me, now, to the edge and
over. Free-fall is not such a delight
as I once expected it would be.
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