Urban Trace

I had to reach into the wet cement
to retrieve my left hand.

I had to rethink which mark
to leave behind.

I had to fool myself
into believing

I might get away with
no visible trace

till the street lamps
hum themselves awake

to signal civil twilight
and gloriously illuminate all my anxieties,

the 79th Street Boat Basin
and Hudson coming into view below.

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