The ferryboat departs Manhattan.
The 17 State Street Building
has diffracted sunset and sky painted
on its curved and glazed façade,
the West mirrored eastward.
We stand at the aft end of the boat.
Our faces turn first to marvel
at the miraculous smudged vision
in the towering glass edifice,
then turn to see night’s true herald
bedecked in fiery colors, in tattered blue.
Hearts fill with quiet, brim with joy.
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(c) Gregory V Driscoll 2012