The Concrete

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The Concrete



Hard and gray,
an exact image of concrete
covers the earth
for block after block
around my home.

The broad and famous
Hudson River, a fiord,
its waters pouring north
from the cold sea,
is locked away here,
cooped, behind wires,
high fences,
empty ruined piers
& locked warehouses.

All that can be reached
only by dashing across
The West Side Highway.
In the middle of six lanes
of full and moving traffic
is a concrete wall,
waist-high, to climb over.

Heat stifles the breath.
glare hurts the eyes,
the sun a killer.

Forget this inquiry.
Impassable road. High fence.
Untouchable river.

ALL TRAFFIC

stream as our river
of steel, pour
steel and glass.