Morningside Heights
A shirtless ode sweats hot verse, pulses words,
wrings them like lime, into this open mouth.
A silver hymn, beaded with prayers, hangs
like its Christ from the rearview mirror.
Past Riverside a saline epic shifts, cradling blue
crabs and bass, propelling sewage and plankton.
Crying over the baseball field, newborn graffiti
poetically claims cliffed Manhattan schist.
On one-tenth the root of a Siberian carpe diem
tips my toes and carries cobblestone;
and London haiku, green from eating pollution,
peel brown bark to bare white within.
A stunted doggerel breaks bricks on College
Walk, tricks and trips, sucks in stilettos.
A fossilized elegy, each tentacle a series
of circles, ages in the limestone wall.
A shirtless ode sweats hot verse, pulses words,
wrings them like lime, into this open mouth.
A silver hymn, beaded with prayers, hangs
like its Christ from the rearview mirror.
Past Riverside a saline epic shifts, cradling blue
crabs and bass, propelling sewage and plankton.
Crying over the baseball field, newborn graffiti
poetically claims cliffed Manhattan schist.
On one-tenth the root of a Siberian carpe diem
tips my toes and carries cobblestone;
and London haiku, green from eating pollution,
peel brown bark to bare white within.
A stunted doggerel breaks bricks on College
Walk, tricks and trips, sucks in stilettos.
A fossilized elegy, each tentacle a series
of circles, ages in the limestone wall.
Copyright ©Xiomara A. Maldonado 2008
I love these pictures, just got back to Iraq and I had to get a piece of home. Thank you
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you are enjoying the pictures! Knowing that you can come to my site to get a piece of home gives me great pleasure. Thank you so much for commenting! Be sure to be on the look out for more photographs soon.
ReplyDeletei love these photographs. they are all so strong. i especially love the branches, limes, and crucifix.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I love those too. xoxo
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