This next poem is about the High Line.
I've done a lot of reading about the High Line in New York City,
if you have ever been there.
There's a lot of good writing about how
when you're on the high line you're
basically like an entertainment good to be consumed
by people who live above it.
It's called "The Lone Acceptable Application Of Daylight".
The lone acceptable application of daylight
is in the expression, "Put a little daylight between you
and what's troubling."
Set out moving.
Distance yourself from the pharaonic shade
of the household names and the power couples.
The quality of cloud in one locale or another,
solace of the contrail noon, who cares?
Why even look up when all we'll see is people looking down?
Their grapefruit juice on the balcony,
their news, their delight at the sight of us.
We entertain them.
We kiss and spit and strike.
We're always changing.
They like it when we fight.
I'll knock the living.