Sun dial shows a fortnight’s passed,
yet onward spills the Gotham dream.
“Land ho!” we shouted days ago
and, anchored on Edenic coast,
left the vessel, trekked ashore
where we, gleeful, headed for
the summit of which we were told
of by our elders long ago
that the view was long and light
poured straight from yonder heaven’s skies.
We reached this mountain, still with time
to make our camp at paradise.
We are who we are – not yet.
(8/6/2017 – Inwood, Manhattan, New York)
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