Skylines and nonsense

On the way back from Thanksgiving I made a navigation error that resulted in driving over the Delaware Memorial Bridge three times instead of once.

I was chill about the 40 minutes this added to my trip because I had a good podcast on and because I realized my delay would have me approach New York City just in time for sunset on a clear and crisp autumn evening. I was in for views.

I got more than I expected. Since I moved away the city’s west side skyline has dramatically changed. Against an alien pink sky the gleaming new towers gave me a sense of strangeness about my old home, like the nonsense words that spring up in this poem.