city holding its breath–
thousands of feet walking
“An unscheduled outage is what we’re looking for.”–that was Margo Roby’s poetic suggestion this week. I’ve lived in NYC for 40 years and there have been numerous blackouts, some famous, both regional and local, not to mention the time the electrical cable from inside the house to the street outside exploded.
But one unscheduled day will always be there on top of those memories, ready to surface, casting its shadow.
Old collage, new poem.