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
The Eclogues 