N.Y. City Polaroid, Circa 1978

In the grain of the photo up caught in the glance your eyes sell the moment and passe' the day Protector elite when your soul had a chance in your youth, holding feathers to tickle the moon City odd living in photo brigades we visiting once when my youth still cocooned me and suddenly you were the permanent sage of direction, of power of taxi cab tips Trading the circus for our first ever opera Gifting the programs in gold and wet ink Circle New York like a jet-setting top and I still have tattoos from the places we went All from a Polaroid deep in your eyes catching the camera to hold memory ransom You still protect me as swift as time flies to cities, and youthful endeavors long spent...