H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
A Walk to a Pier
The winter turned out to be the shade of my tears.
We were walking through Riverside Park
when I noticed this phenomenon.
I looked at you askance and desperate.
Your breath rose indifferently into the gray air
smearing into the warm hue
uttered by a red light that pulsed gently
at the end of a dock.
There, a little wreck of a boat
treaded water breathlessly,
drifting away piece by piece
into the Hudson River.
I stood weak and quiet
until out of me came a far away voice,
“By spring I’ll be gone.”
[Originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Jones.htm.]