Hospital Window

At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins tapering delicately needletopped,

Empire State's taller antenna filmed milky lit amid blocks black and white apartmenting veil'd sky over Manhattan, offices new built dark glassed in blueish heaven—The East 50's & 60's covered with castles & watertowers, seven storied tar-topped house-banks over York Avenue, late may-green trees surrounding Rockefellers' blue domed medical arbor— Geodesic science at the waters edge—Cars running up East River Drive, & parked at N.

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Hospital's oval door where perfect tulips flower the health of a thousand sick souls trembling inside hospital rooms.

Triboro bridge steel-spiked penthouse orange roofs, sunset tinges the river and in a few Bronx windows, some magnesium vapor brilliances're spotted five floors above E 59th St under grey painted bridge trestles.

Way downstream along the river, as Monet saw Thames 100 years ago,

Con Edison smokestacks 14th street, & Brooklyn Bridge's skeined dim in modern mists— Pipes sticking up to sky nine smokestacks huge visible— U.

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Building hangs under an orange crane, & red lights on vertical avenues below the trees turn green at the nod of a skull with a mild nerve ache.

Dim dharma,

I return to this spectacle after weeks of poisoned lassitude, my thighs belly chest & arms covered with poxied welts, head pains fading back of the neck, right eyebrow cheek mouth paralyzed—from taking the wrong medicine, sweated too much in the forehead helpless, covered my rage from gorge to prostate with grinding jaw and tightening anus not released the weeping scream of horror at robot Mayaguez World self ton billions metal grief unloaded Pnom Penh to Nakon Thanom,

Santiago & Tehran.

Fresh warm breeze in the window, day's release >from pain, cars float downside the bridge trestle and uncounted building-wall windows multiplied a mile deep into ash-delicate sky beguile my empty mind.

A seagull passes alone wings spread silent over roofs.