Dante's Allegorical New York
The author is creator and the traveller subject
in the realm of linear line or from where
These shadowed times
Reflecting across the dirty puddles
In blue days of anticipation
Stated in shadowy refection's
From navy blue evenings before
Navy black sunset
Just about tomorrow.
"do come in" the stressed voices -
Fathers marks their own exclamations!
Wispish, the windows tell a thousand tales
Who in this light knows truth from.
What is half seen in the failing light.
Gardens in their etiquetted structure.
Contemplate its parquetry,
Ignoring the wind.
The leaves sank back across
The forgotten arrogant
Before they sleep.
Looking again in the puddle
Holds days dirty secrets.
Blackened from the day and the night.