|Manhattan Magic by Ali Cockrean|
Ladies and Gentlemen,
children of all ages!
Gaze your eyes now upon
the wild fury and familiar passion
of your adolescence,
When Manhattan was a playground
babysat by angels and beasts,
two spring chickens wrestled
in the sandbox of those streets--
Soon destined for peculiar
and gypsy-ridden shores.
One set sail
and then the other.
Two ships never passing in the night.
And the seas were unforgiving
And memories and longing became replaced
by survival and focus
and the terror of intentional grace.
And they died,
in their ways.
Hearts beating danceless patterns to flatlined spirits.
The demons dug them graves
on opposite sides of the world
and they nearly stepped quietly in.
Then, Ladies and Gentlemen,
then, if you can believe...
The winds of change (blown in by the gods)
resurrected these innocent thieves,
who, sailing again, have collided in daylight
in a mess of a wreck wrought with breathless delight.
One had not forgotten.
The other, nearly not.
But a wreck is a wreck,
and there's no time for small talk.