Archive for July 16th, 2011

By Pete Simonelli

“It fairly booms down on us tonight
with the sky so clear,
and through us

as if we were ruins, as if we were ghosts.”

–August Kleinzahler

But it wasn’t, on a mid-winter evening, rising
as we made our way in on over the bridge.

Not the moon, no, but a building’s peak light
appearing at a glance out the window
just north of the RFK Bridge,
nearly as round and propped in that too-
fantastical way, low in the sky.

The surprise alone enough
to jot down in a matchbook
even while peering out, or trying
to peer out, from within a new clarity
until you say, “like that,” pointing behind us, “over there?”

Climbing up the backs of skyscrapers,
so yellow, not yet rinsed,
just as the west is melting behind Jersey.


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