Standing on One of the New Whitney's Outdoor Galleries

Standing on One of the New Whitney's Outdoor Galleries

since feeling is first
who cares how the wind
makes love to the trees, running
its gentle fingers through leaves

all that matters now
is how that same breeze
draws stray hairs across your face
as you turn your head to look
at me -

      that smile

wider than any skyscraper vertical,
brighter, than any
known quantity of sun

(Note:the first line is borrowed with love from ee cummings)

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