Slow days speeded
Charley drowned in the Lincoln Tunnel
in a dream -
never breathed
a sigh (of relief or otherwise)
not like Hudson
an antecedent, springtime conquistador
in the bank lobby
bars of gold in a safety deposit box -
A Jaguar.
Now we're talking.
Sandy in an Italian restaurant
faking an accent, a police officer
faking confidence - reinforcing and negating
the other's flaws.
A hundred thousand eagles
thunderbirds circling
feathers trailing staircase
winding through windows, billboards
stern faces stare down in judgment top-lit
lightning spears into the rooftops
Charley enters and the symbolism ceases.
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