Miami

Along the river's bank the footprints linger Not again, but towers nude rise to scanty skies The first people gone now, the harbinger Of the sultry end to paradise. I look beyond into the depth of sea Stirred, I close the door of jagged history. .... What place is this Where the light rise to make a mist That stars may walk Naked and unseen? What echo for the buildings hearts The pulsing streams of loneliness Splashing like music on the ear Miming the mask of modern despair? What gorgeous city In shimmering dress Stirs the hunger of my breast And mocks my nakedness? From river to river And to theedge of the sea Mansions of concrete Perform a litany Of praise to man's inventiveness Genius is everywhere Showcased in loneliness. .... Hear me, O city, of my first coming Hear my hunger dilated on my eye Hear my heart like a machine here humming Hear my footsteps pounding my pensive sigh I know, I know, the details of your start Do you know the detours of my clenched heart? Flow slowly here sweet historic river The city has forgotten more than I remember.