Walked down to the waterfront today
In general I find the rivers around New York to be kind of sinister
anyway...
But add a gray, misty day and the ghostly silhouettes of grand bridges
and buildings and you get a recipe for the chills.
Mostly just walked among the expected detritus-- rusted crab traps,
rotted lengths of rope, condom wrappers, broken beer bottles, empty
oyster shells. Looking down into the water. Waiting to see something
but not sure what.