Homo Erectus

 I was dreaming and dreaming, in my sleep,

New York City again and again.

Like she was calling me to visit her,

or like she was asking for help.

She was showing me at first her now self.

Then it was like she was crying;

showing me herself with lower buildings

as a need to breath her ground the sky again.

I had left a tear there.

This small island which carries what I serve.

That’s why

maybe

I love drinking water

my friends.