walking northward

walking toward the north in Manhattan,
dawn covering things with its lambency,
the ferry terminal crouching behind me
with its neon sign flickering

that squat fire hydrant –
is it drowning in the solid
but swirling concrete of the sidewalk,
or is it growing slowly out of it?

or, as likely, am I only drunk
with the breeze, the half-light, the rare silence?
I rub my eyes, shake my head.
I smile and keep on ambling.

*    *   *

(c) Gregory V Driscoll  2012

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