New York Postcard
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SHAPE OF CLOUDS
The silver arched wave is pushed open,
Rows of People walk through.
Broken-down memory sparkles
above the rocks, the trees, the stars
A wrinkled curtain near the window
Is gathered, then pulled apart.
A single garland sways in the radiant rays of light
made by the city of marble.
Every day, fingertips thin like a leaf
Are drawing a map.—Diane Seu…
