{Written during my last trip, lost, then re-found}

No Poem for New York City

No poem for you, New York!

Oh, I wrote an epic tale
of love, fear, and wonder
from St. James at midnight
lovers rallied on nerves alone
rose, to riot in your name
rushing Lexington like coming down hard

A poem of mass destruction

But for your sake and mine
thrown down some drain in Chinatown
another secret love for your pyre