Big City

Smeared pennies

The hustle and bustle

Of Ellis Island

Old dreams surrounded

By a slapping sea

Soup stirred boats

Thrusted oars waved

the Hudson winds

Swept under tuger with fresh trash

Concrete tar apple

With fogged glowing glass

A misty mirrored dawn

Platinum shine crawling

Lining the avenue, leading

Out of the pigeon gray Manhattan

Waking the grapefruit sun

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