Pops (SUNY Maritime)

7/21 (Sunrise)

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Sun, just risen, peaks

under northern arm-sprawl

of the Throg’s Neck

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From even dawn, the

stream is steady flowing

cars and trucks

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But the glossy green of

sound sits—soaks,

unmoving

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7/22 (Sunset)

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Above the highest deck,

spread and force filled wings

don’t flap, but glide.

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Gull on sea’s breath:

soiled but pure,

coasting

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A hope of mine:

he’d slide—which

calmly he defies.

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Not fast or slow, and so

the murky bird grazes

at gentle breeze speed.

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7/23

Humid air syrup sticking

like supple sap on

tree bark

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radiation, like saw,

cutting into

wooden skin

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brightness sears as

teeth of serration—

grinding

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sweat drops are

tears for the

end