A week space of
Mark Sonnenfeld
The Manhattan skyline
looks just at least in the middle
space and sorry in favor the theater
of the city at places approximately
that hold the rain soaked just slipped
to all diseases
friends and that gray day place in one
with the train for what enters
on the street
under bridges becoming carbonic middlelevels about
the rest who probably have no choice
but in a blue suit cannot
erase the memory
is left
their old stone mindset a sudden longway
gone ever brighter between
the notion of the block
a coat clutched.
