The Comptroller’s Dream

watch this turn to 
arms and shoulders

see how the skyline 
bends fog’s fingers 

windows feel this 
bridge connect nowhere 

to somewhere wait 
for the comptroller

to cherry pick her blue 
signage as she measures

this generation from burden 
to expectation to guilt

watch how quickly this
frontage road empties 

you from highway to 
avenue to intersection

to the closed road where 
your mother stands

hands on hips acutely
angled elbows extended

anxiety cocooned by
her featherless wings

your daughter will 
forever be your past
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