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Return to New York City

Return to New York City, a poem by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Return to New York City

Wee hour flight
out of night
into past and future
future and past
Emotions commingling
Return to New York City
Decades of strata removed
from the streets I ran
From job to job late night
on screaming graffiti gallery
trains moving faster than
light speed and slower
than the grind of earth
A wife, two young men in tow
who wanted vacation more real
than resorts
Who wanted the giant beach
of hueman sand electric colors
rich as blood and peacock feathers
and bright colored hair plumes

And Harlem, where their daddy
once loved and breathed in
before Jah thought them into being
Flight out of night colliding with sunrise
Past colliding with future and I sing
A new song of my soul in the sky
Way back times gone Mom and dad swallowed tears
I drank mine while Elaineʼs flowed over the dam
Mom and Dad gone now as I am now dad
So long ago the first time
My heart scidaddled as the sky line
Stark and lovely
Of my destiny hit my eyes
As it hits me now so many years
and labors losses loves
And destructions later …
New York