“Gymnopédies No. 2”

In nyc, we stalked fishes

             in filets of sounds: delivery

             engines & ashy doors

clapping shut, vendors

knuckling fin & silhouette-

             shaped words into salty

expectations. My daughter

& I walked down a couple

             of  slim-bricked blocks

             that smelled like snapper

& afro sheen with no afros

in sight. On snaggletoothed

streets, we double-took the wet

alleys where things jumped

off the hook like smart seafood

             before lunch. We parted

the perfect & abundantly wintered

streets. My daughter said, I know

these parts like a tired pianist

             resting on her bench.