Palisades New York

 

Great chinks of stone over head rise

Out of the sloping rubble hidden by trees

Next to the waters edge. A vertical impasse

That sucks up the horizon or stabs trough the fog

Looms just this side of overpowering.

Accentuated by its singleness with no opposing bank

Perspective is lost in the distance as walkers or riders

Glimpse pass trees a dark scar, like knuckles in your face

Hanging over the river.

The closest climb at Alpine from city to feat

Cuts away a peek below and sky about

Palisades, secure across the river,

Anchors the changing City in the mist.

Beyond time, and greeting present

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