hide-and-seek

HIDE IS IN MANHATTAN BUT SEEK’S THREE PLAINS AWAY

 
 
I am a lone
leaf in a New
England yard-pile 
watching turnstiles
turn
for miles         
…watching jets hold
holding patterns
out and over  
Newark ←….→ New Hampshire
Newark ←….→ New Hampshire 
…watching
up one way and down the next 
as my legs turned china
into midtown…. 
My proverbial can is filled with asphalt and rebar.
No sense trying to kick it over.
You must come and find me…find
me here, if you can, where 
fast jaguars blur into swamp-brush alleyways: I’ll be
hidden 
and glamorous as a frightened jungle bird. 
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