1995

A memory of a visit to Manhattan, which interestingly is a really good place for bird watching.

1995

Standing before the Walter Kerr,
  On the sunny side of West 48^th,
I’m holding a single ticket for
  Love! Valor, Compassion!
Nathan Lane has left and been replaced
  by Mario Cantone, 

No matter,

Crossways Times Square a cerulean tower,
As would a sundial, shadows the hour,
  Or the half hour, as I am early for the show

And mesmerized by it’s high sky blue,
With time I had and naught to do,
  My eyes rise far above these crowded streets,

My ears are captured, pulled in dreams,
By all this city’s rude machines
  As I soar on high while standing on the walk,

To there where high above all sound
At a shining height forty floors above the ground
  Perches a falcon, not alone, he’s communing with the sun,

Who alighting from his plucking post,
Circles the tower but three times at most,
  As would an artist climb the old loft’s spiral stairs,

With a pitch he angles in a stoop,
Streaks through the blue over a high rise co-op,
  To light his feathered talons on the World Wide tower,

Just two minutes it did it take him,
To pass on our dark crawling mayhem,
  And that was all he cared about rush hour