Flat infinite blue sky
Clouds scattered, Whispering
Caught you looking up at them
Instead of the damp concrete
You've bowed your head to
Guard your eyes from the rain
The grey streets are turning silver in the sun
You turn right onto Kent Avenue and sneeze
Two fellows passing you in Beatles jackets
Bless You
Walkway along the water
Gentle wind lifts refreshing swamp smell
Green algae microorganism vitality to your nose
Across the River
Gilded steeple shines in Manhattan
And architecture rises into the sky
From a rusted water tower
An American Flag taut in the air
Sending out songs of Freedom
Like Tibetan Prayers
Playful like a kite
And as long as a Chevy windowshield
Stripes made wider by the sun light
Stars made brighter against the borderless sky
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