83...New York Minute I; Staten Island Grey

Ferried to the other side
A retrospective is honed.
Beyond the bay hilltops lost,
A dreary fog finds a home.

Faint towers appear to paint
Billows of clouds and smoke,
An impression of the bridge
Disappearing with the boats.

Harbor side is invisible
As the glisten of the waters,
Silver lining in the clouds,
And her torch over yonder.

Tyranny of grey in array,
Golden charm plainly missing.
Unpredictability,
Is the standard of living.



DionWorx   


New York Minutes;

A series of poetic insights and perspectives, viewed through the looking glass of a native New Yorker.