So it’s there, my homage’s due.
I have always admired New York:
“The Empire State.”
An entire kingdom of dizzying duality-
for me she was always this:
leather before noon
dripping into cold brew
chipped gold nail polish
clutching at vintage, ivory luggage
tapping at keyboards
booking flights and
In New York you can be a new man.
But in the North,
she is burnt sienna.
She is spiced apple cider and grist mills
she is quaint Edens made of maple syrup
& shrines to derelict dairy farms.
Feels like home to me
feels like home to me
feels like I’m all the way back-