An August Ache

I’m familiar with a certain ache, 

I saw it sneak in through my heart, but

 I never saw it settle in the marrow of my soul.

It’s there, though, I see the signs,  

A small crack in the armature of life,

A tear in the quiescent center,

A broken track in a dusty path,

A buzzing insect behind a glass.

That yellow willow crying.

I knew what it was, I saw it coming.  

 I said hello in fact.

I thought I’d have a threading hole

Just in case of a homeless hopeful sliver.


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Response to the Riddle of the Gowanus Canal:  The answer is..........

.FIVE!!  All of the above.

1. because: The crane IS obsessively nervous.
2. because: Both This and That are definitely juxtaposed.
3. because: "Greenish water barely reflecting a rusty barge and a broken wall" is indeed photographically self-evident.
4. because: There is a Gowanus Yacht Club.  Sadly, it appears to be a landlocked beer garden.

Gowanus Yacht Club in Brooklyn, from http://Readymade.com