Trees grow in Manhattan,
uphill of the Houston Street
fed side, the other’s
other Bridge
chain-link-scrawl
cargo rattling off echoes of
old payphone beats, cozy
gut punches,
unscripted, unseen
by the Drive: base court
revelations abjure little scum
slim fronted grunts,
initializing a dummied up descent,
cherrywood, cigar store
indigent canceled in
need to re-
remember that
tree grown in Manhattan.