“Gymnopédies No. 2”

In nyc, we stalked fishes
             in filets of sounds: delivery
             engines & ashy doors

clapping shut, vendors
knuckling fin & silhouette-

             shaped words into salty
expectations. My daughter

& I walked down a couple
             of  slim-bricked blocks
             that smelled like snapper

& afro sheen with no afros
in sight. On snaggletoothed

streets, we double-took the wet
alleys where things jumped

off the hook like smart seafood
             before lunch. We parted

the perfect & abundantly wintered

streets. My daughter said, I know
these parts like a tired pianist
             resting on her bench.

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