I think as I walk through midtown Manhattan that I should email you my manuscripts
just in case I get shot or blown up tomorrow.
Shoulders filter the night; I weave slightly (in part because of thick black shoes meant to roll worn feet
into a next step)
even as I pass a guy whose face shows the shadowed hollows of someplace south or east of the Mediterranean, depicted in the news lately as scary hollows–
yet, I feel pretty sure that if I should stumble he would catch me by the arm–
a little behind him, two policeman (each of different ethnicity) and half a block behind–these being tense times– two more–
but also because the sidewalk’s really uneven here, slabbed.
Still, I stick with the cracks, having seen a rat on the smoother path I was about to turn down, a curve through the Park (supposedly safe now
in the dark)–
I want to digress here into a story about a pregnant raccoon in this same Park, how I happened onto her one bright day and, in yesterday’s dim, her silhouette, possibly–but it is too long a story for this piece–even though there is something somehow endearing
about a city that harbors pregnant raccoons in its parks (they get rabies shots) despite
this city where also hang Matisses blue as sky or sea dancing
and where in the high glass ahead float paned wedges of reflected neon, blue
as a Matisse.
I feel rather sorry for you trying to figure out what to do with the manuscripts–
me who did not myself give them time, yet who still wants them saved,
who wants them (so much) to walk about in the best way manuscripts can, that is, holding
someone’s hand, in the way a book might hold mine now,
but for the night,
holding that person’s hand through street and room, through comfy chair
and scary hollow, showing that person (if desired)
the silhouettes of pregnant raccoons–and more–a woman
the only need
wedges of light–really, any color
A very odd draft poem for Corey Rowley’s prompt on With Real Toads about the hearts desire(right this minute.)
The pic was actually taken by me a few weeks ago, showing light shows that were done before the NYC Marathon–not the neon squares of glass I write of, but cool pics, I thought. All rights reserved.