With My Back to City Hall, On Yom Kippur

    The gnats¹ love the highway dividers，

    the freelance pickup² artists love the softness of the hands

    of the women who love their friends

    for walking with them laughing at the situation，

    lost people love that I am sitting here looking likely to know，

    I love it when I know， knowledge in the form of radar³

    loves the cloud cover which resembles my headache

    in its topography and its effect on my mood，

    the path which connects Park Row with Broadway

    loves the paranoia⁴ which has closed off all the paths closer than this to City Hall，

    Jesus loves the balding man in the striped windbreaker

    who looks at my small script and remarks， "Jesus loves you，"

    I love the silk suit and the hard candy curl hair

    of the middle-aged⁵ black woman going by with her dry cleaning，

    I love the sock the bundled baby recumbent in an Aprica stroller kicks out，

    I love from a distance the speck⁶ this woman in the tight clothes

    reaches to brush from her shoe， I love the effect it has on her distraction⁷， I love

    the ties tucked into the short sleeve shirts of the men returning from lunch，

    I love the men and women my age strolling

    with purpose in their Pumas⁸， the feather tumbling by，

    the drift of the hulking red haired woman with psoriatic elbows，

    the opal in the hairbow of the Hindi woman in white robes

    and the tuck of her husband's shirt into his jeans，

    the ticking of the wheel of the bicycle rolled along

    by a backpack-wearing man on foot，

    the acceleration⁹ of an open-roof double-decker tour bus，

    the ignition cough of the not-in-service kneeling bus，

    the change clod and leaf-shuffle of the lower torsos

    and the carry-out conveyor sound of a closed up shopping cart，

    I love the downturned glance of the woman carrying the Borzoi College Reader crossing against the light and going into Pace，

    may all these people have rent-stabilized leases，

    and may they be registered to vote， in their unions，

    and in the next election.