“Gymnopédies No. 2”

In nyc , we stalked fishes in filets of sounds: delivery engines & ashy doors clapping shut, vendors knuckling fin & silhouette- shaped words into salty expectations. My daughter & I walked down a couple of  slim-bricked blocks that smelled like snapper & afro sheen with no afros in sight. On snaggletoothed streets, we double-took the wet alleys where things jumped off the hook like smart seafood before lunch. We parted the perfect & abundantly wintered streets. My daughter said,I know these parts