April is National Poetry Month – #NaPoMo #30for30
From the top of Manhattan it appears like a jeweler’s tool,
large triangle spikes alternatively piercing the air
and the ground, suggesting both a rise and collapse.
Across the barricades and signs for “Authorized
Vehicles Only” the bottom third is shards of glass
stitched together with cross-knit supports.
It’s good that it’s here. For vain reasons.
For selfish reasons. Because a tattoo
of a piñata is an improvement
over a challenging surgery’s