Glass Tower

Ice-encased

Hudson Yards lights

fade to the distance —

a hard-fought way

in a bitter city, become

battles frozen in time

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Because the magic of fate

locked us away, guarded

by a tree-lined promenade

protecting unspoiled intentions —

unending panoramic glints

of tired secrets to unlock

all got left behind

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My most treasured Manhattan

secrets, lie not in sparkling gleams,

but in unforeseen sparks,

my own overlook, grander

than the North Tower’s edge

inside the glass on 23rd Street

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But the glimmer fades to mist

as I gaze at a newly thawed view

in the glass is a love unreflected

as transient and unwelcome

as the city's final icy deluge