Christopher
Walking home from
the party
we can feel
the city
pulling
us in
like a giant
magnet,
our internal
compasses
set
due south
toward
New York.
I picture Annabelle
as Lady Liberty,
raising
her green
torch high
into the air,
her chin tipped
east toward
the ocean,
looking
forward
to changing
people’s
lives.
And me?
Will I be like
some poor
immigrant
in the 1920s
looking to her
for
salvation
after a whole day
of gazing
at the sky?