It dawned on me
she was a piece of work.
My neck fell asleep
and woke up tingling again.
Outside automobiles
huffed and puffed in the streets.

There you have it,
I said to myself,
pure and simple.

Surly jets cruised the skies
fracturing layers of cold air.
It’s all too much, the world, I thought.

I mean try counting all the bricks on Manhattan Island.
Let God take care of it.