The tourist.

visiting New York. top

of the Empire State

Building. people below

blown like dust

in an afternoon sunbeam.

we stand about, seeing

the landscape at angles.

I hate it; there is nothing

of interest up here.

fine—some small majesty

if you must look at

majesty—skyscrapers;

Manhattan like a comma

underneath. but remember

just walking down

around among litter-

bins. the view

from our hostel in Brooklyn;

the street by a park –

cookouts, wild sparrows,

people getting

in fights.