from Roosevelt Island
Looking up, clouds form and reform. They resemble-an embryo
a departed friend resting horizontal.
Or a great arm, compassionate as a spring,
that is so ordained might reach and take up that linen sack
and all gathered within, if only the soul of an idea-
the color of water, the weight of a hill"
Patti Smith
from Woolgathering
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