by J.S. Anderson
In the city that draws the eye up, ever up, mine were on the commanding Beaux-Arts façade of the New York Public Library. I nearly missed the series of bronze plaques set into the sidewalk on East 41st Street, right there under my feet.
I find myself wanting to sort out the first three lines and come up with an answer. Inflections, or innuendo? But it was the fourth and fifth lines that first fired my mind.