I’m walking down by the Kill
Van Kull, watching tugboats
pass Staten Island en route to
the Hudson River, lost in reverie
and it snaps me awake
my neck jerks up from my phone
and I blink.
This noose
thrown over the tree
by the dog park
the project houses
and the bodega pizzeria
My pace slows until I stand, dumbstruck.
Your words hung this here
this jarring reminder of fear
dredged up from
decades of grievances
unmanaged
and ignorance
willfully, now gleefully cultivated.