New world
music bleeding from subway earbuds
trying to escape percussive souls
but soaring across the tracks
Spanish fingering guitar strings of the heart.
I wave the unclinking coin
uptown to down
and he waves back a smile.

New world
different ways to get to midtown
take the E, F, number 7
take a number, wait your turn,
take the train not traveled before.
I ride the E to the waterfall
splashing light and sound
climb moving steps
ride the 6
to a college stop mosaically marked in blue and green
with coffee kiosks of quilted aluminum
a shrouded church
and umbrellas selling on a sunny day.

New world
what was done
done done
needs undoing
to be redone
differently.

In the new world
possibility unsticks the cosmos
and the music of the spheres
soaks through
while cosmic rays sweep along the Milky Way
and the solar wind
blows high-masted ships
to unnamed shores.

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