By Martin Kornberg
Fresh City's Breath
What are fresher country airs
that swell from the sea's kiss
doing here? The sparkling sky
discomforts a passerby
who was up all night
and the city is lying still
hushed by the newness of the day.
They begin to exit from their places
these phantoms upon familiar paths
On the street in mid-manhattan
hawkers awaken the passerby
and the dodging begins
and sorrowing figures push ahead
demonstrating new vigor
unknown before dawn.
Truckers vie with truckers
buses push past
and people busy themselves
with dreams of successes
as taxicabs throb.
published in Janus-SCTH:
A quarterly magazine of poetry edited by Rhoda de Long Jewell
Volume 5. January 9174
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