Glass Towers

Tic-tac bites make me sneeze
A watched clock stops,
second hand moves in
ten-minute increments
thick clouds creep
past a city canyon
fire-engine horns
scream down Broad-
way and breaks
the hushed tones
of money and Wall
Street streaming
updates. We breathe
underwater, submerged
a pool of crumbling
privilege. The sky
is falling, the sky
is falling but Mary
Poppins is frozen on
a Disney ad outside
the window. All we
can do is watch.
Poems are not precious,
they are lifelines
for the drowning.

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