View from the terrace of the family's Brooklyn Heights apartment

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Green Lady

used to hope I’d inspire a symphony
     or an epic 
but that damn Bridge gets all the accolades
     not that I take it personally
When your complexion’s gone
     and no one’s 
about to immortalize you
     it’s time for a girl to take stock
I’ve surely done my part
     lacking Aphrodite’s charm
     the Virgin’s innocence
I stand here in this outrageous garb
lifting a torch in the night
     mortal metal 
bearing wishful words, flickering light.

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