It's going to be the sunny side
on. Get out, all of you.
This is my traffic over the night
should I range my pride
each oceanic morning like a cutter
confuse the dark world is round
in my eyes at morning saves
nothing from nobody? I'm becoming
Who are you in love with?
Straight against the light I cross.
[Frank O'Hara, 1952.]
|[Washington Street Market in New York City, 1952.]|