We slowdown
as we approach
the familiar bend
in the track,
before we
bank left,
hit the gas
with the
GWB
fading further
into the past.
The Hudson
licks away
at the ground.
She's a cartoon
kindergartener
with an ice cream cone.
slow, methodical,
trying to taste
as much as possible
without missing a drop.
and I want to divein
feel those waters
I've stared at for so long
slip past epididimal defenses
until my vein canals
carry it
to heart and brain.
only way I think I
could carry more New York
with me.
That sly devil,
she's tempting.
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