A Meditation on New York City

Imagine New York City

in ten-sixty-six A.D.

There was a forest floor

before the asphalt there —

The loam, the sand, the clay,

the rain drizzling onto pines

and the whispering stories of tribes

now forgotten in the pavement of

crude oil, in the bang and toil of

trash trucks and taxi cabs.

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