New York Resurrection

Poetic Musings on Growth

An October to remember
November even better.

This was when
this phoenix arose
from fiery ash and soot.
Traversing the city, purging
a winter feeling soul, on foot.
Casting eyes sky high
to let buildings whisper...
solace and direction...

Not changing tone of voice
but maybe just inflection.
To ward off further infection of an
epoch of histrionic words injection.

To go look at Ellis Island
take in a deep breath
of
the spiritus mundi of freedom.
To let the sun rise within the caverns
of this body
and let the heart find its way from bardo.