Port Buffalo

Grasshopper

Rode a wave downtown
So many memories found while looking down
drifted past a skyscraper
saw the bottom in an old newspaper,
fiction if you will.
fix your will, pretend it never happened
on a wave on top of manhattan.
stopped at a shop
on a dock
on a rooftop
bought a drink from a man in flipflops
waiting for the tide to breathe me in
pull me in
drag me down to port Buffalo
cause that's where the sun rises now
too young to remember how.