ONE MORNING IN JERSEY CITY

Poems written along the Hudson River Walkway, Grundy Pier, and the Colgate clock in Jersey City, N.J. You can hear a lot by looking around. Sometimes, standing along the Hudson River shoreline, you can dream of the freedom in the sailing beauty slipping through the waves, or question the signals proffered by a hungry seagull, or ponder why the pigeons follow you. Or you could sit ever so still and listen to the clatter of heels on the tile as the cigarette mafia heads outside for fresh air, while you slip in among them and consider the steel and glass surroundings.