can’t you see that all I want to do
is get through to you,
To watch a moonrise
over Manhattan
from the Jersey side,
and hold your hand on the palisades,
be young and be brave,
while we scream from Fort Lee
for the skyline to see
as we wash ourselves clean in the Hudson
Original Poetry 
December 4th, 2014 at 7:07 pm
good poem, nicely written