Cantankerous crag
Ripped from the palatine Palisades
And placed
Thoughtfully
Gingerly:
A diamond set amongst coral and driftwood.
The end of a span of time
Marching forward
Relentless in it's plodding progress
To rise
Surge upward.
Oh rock of hills
You make my heart quicken
Steep
Deep desire
To enrobe you in purple silks
And maroon damasks
Your bridge
The diamonds for your throat
Basking in the glow
Of a tragic toll plaza.
They say they know you
At 50 miles per
Or from airplane windows
Or a senseless u-turn
Your enigmatic smile
Gives them no clue
Arms folded
Eyes unblinking
Staring forward
Knowing
Betrayal and lust
Floods and dust
Shiny hard and ruby rust.
A bush land of bird, beast and brother
Laying layer upon Lenape layer
Carnegie stalls where Vanderbilt rises
Horses trod victorious down your boulevard
Armadas defeated
Fleets welcome.
Engulfed in your regal robe
I hear the siren call
From deep beneath the Narrows
Sheltered behind
A blinding sky
Air and water
One and the same
Demarcated by a golden line.
Bearable to a mortal eye
On late Autumn afternoons.
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