Carlos Andrés Gómez: Morning, Rikers Island

Physics and light 
pierce the hollow stench 
of the forgotten 
gymnasium stripped naked of clocks. 
  
All the boys stopped. 
Offered their grief 
to each other like water, 
glancing out the only window 
they all shared. A single ray 
unfolds its warmth 
across the dusty belly 
of the thudded parquet; 
and here’s the miracle— 
another day had come. 


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