Cortlandt Street, red portal

water always near

the sound of it over it

from it crowds

 

flooding the docks

paces away

scarlet memories

 

casements drawn

his first, opened

upon ideas of knowing until

 

he remembered when father

took him away

father's failings, to

 

cry the river, north

mother

brother

 

he was eleven

yet here he thought,

remembered yet what

 

now these blistering visages?

i will not fail you

said the father

 

so you said

did you see?

a man fell from the main mast, father

Done