For Gotham Bookmart

the feet of skyscrapers
the entire city its redness of eye
that is i and i walking along

the soul its own trophy
conversations between primitive brownstones
in the anonymity of midtown crowds

my surprise     then
when i saw you were gone
the space between buildings where you’d been
empty as the space of an extracted tooth

that you’d carried yourself away in good weather
that your city of my vision
was far from where you’d camped yourself
in the soul of another town

from Yew Nork (2014)