288 MetroNorth stop

Posted on February 14, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Across Hells Gate
squats Marble Hill.
Manhattans bow
glides to a stop.
Mans energy having run its course
hangs on great cliffs,
mammouth stone palistades,
immutable, stolid, solid
in the face of universal solvent tides
as they were before the first
wanderer fished off the stones of
Spuyten Duvil.

Unknown's avatar

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
This entry was posted in Poems. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment