22.

We begin in a tunnel: when we emerge

Manhattan is at our backs, and we

Plough across the Hudson manifest

And industrial and technical rhythms

Play on ear and eye.

We come up to the slate slab

Of clouds, the sun slicing between them.

The green trees are luminescent

Lungs thrilling — spring evening

The air brushes the grasses, the iron

Scaffolding, four generator stacks, electric

Grid extends to the left, and we head west.