Time’s left its time-worn stain on me,
yellow, torn, frayed at the edges,
through a shattered mirror I see
high bridges, midnights, ledges.

Discordant rivers carried me
down Hudson’s shrouded shoreline,
from Croton on to Tappan Zee,
luminescent in the star-shine.

Twilight’s rays bent over me,
then crimson splashed the skyway,
like wounds that bled a lowland lea
draped below the curving byway.

Glowering clouds shadowed me
on darkling days, uncertain
I wandered past a spectral tree
while the moon tore night’s lace curtain.

November 27, 2010

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