Meeting Again
We stir an hour earlier than the alarm is set to disturb us,
Dismissing, for the moment, our departure schedule.
As we wrap ourselves, one final time, in each other's closeness
And linger in an intimacy that knows no release,
Before we have to surface into the city's swirling whirlwind.
Now, unable to avoid the 10 a.m. crosstown traffic,
We taxi, in motion slower than slow motion,
Past Fifth, Madison, Park, Lexington, Third, Second, and First,
Then turn on Sutton Place, before edging onto FDR,
Racing across the Triborough Bridge, to LaGuardia,
Hoping that as we traverse the East River, reach Queens,
We'll be back on Avenue of the Americas, between 53rd and 54th,
Meeting each other, again, at the Hilton's front desk,
To begin our rendezvous with the city that never rests,
Except to let us catch up with who we've yet to become.
06/22/11 - (1)
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