Stuart A. Chasmar


leans on the railing
feeling the ferry
churning from Manhattan
turtling through the bay
away from cinematic's
phosphorescent sparkles:
girl meets boy,
feels the gripping
hand of Kong,
swoons in biplane
fatal combat
relief, remorse
beauty killed the beast.
Closing credits
rolling away
in memories wake.
Bright lit buildings dim
moonlight rides the waves
like moments on a silvered screen