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.
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