|Poems| Lower Manhattan

 

Lower Manhattan

 

The teal goddess, freedom deep and rich
Her thick back, broad and strong
Near the mouth of the Atlantic waters
A big-mouthed catfish breathes in silent sound
A low place, a dense forest lush and dark
On the right shoulder, a sleek speedboat
Vrooming as if about to cross the river right away

 

Poetry Note:
From a small town across from lower Manhattan,

North Bergen, I’m frowning in a dark, cozy forest.

 

© Ryang Suh, MD 2025.07.06