Trees grow in Manhattan,
uphill of the Houston Street
fed side, the other’s
other Bridge

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.