Empire State Building, February 1980
A winter night at the top of the world.
A young woman stands bathed in sodium.
Illuminated by the floods,
Her eyes burn with disquiet.
At this hour the asphalt canals far below are deserted.
The few moving ships are silent as they roll to the dark sea.
She faces south looking toward the two towers at the harbor’s edge,
Their destruction still two decades away.
What stairway can carry us inside her?
Waves spray through her as she gazes at the shoals,
Buildings sparkle like a rocky coast in the moonlight.
Separating an ocean of light from the ocean of darkness.
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