The Frames of brick model my perspective.
I see in tones of brownish red, black, tan...
the sun as it rises between the high-rises to my east.
I see planes overhead, their dull drone bouncing to and fro,
I see the clouds, tinged, shifting;
I see them framed from the heavens,
brought to earth and within seeming reach,
just climb high enough
on a side of the frame.
I see faces of colors and shapes, variety abundant in this great... frame.
A frame of mind... a state of mind... New York.