kas

i miss her on this new york morning
as shards of sharp autumn sun
blanket a tar floor
under a cool blue ceiling
children laugh
animals speak
vehicles scream
the wind walks

waves of life
pour up and over
flood my tar floor
buildings smile
as rooftop treetops
bend and sway
in the dance
of manhattan’s sunday

rusted boxes
whir and cough
a symphony
carried away
on a concrete breeze
massive shadows
crawl along
faces of safe edifice

some
slumber quietly
in there
not ready
to take in
the shimmering air
i breathe in the city
and exhale my mind

i miss her on this new york morning

i miss her every time