Stop, Light, Memory

Amsterdam and a fallen friend,
not nearly as visceral
as New Amsterdam
and its damn turf
where the hand 
was always mightier
shaken. 

The stirring vocation
has always been abrogation.

Together, stoppage lacks
the swerve that language 
tracks against
along alone.

Thus, commune
on wherever streets
to whichever meats
along whatever feats 
bring a few more feet
within a few fewer feet.