immigrant eyes, damp with elation and anticipation, crowd oval windows in the sky
that first glimpse of lady liberty's hand....inviting....extended from her storied isle on the hudson, is euphoric like must-see reality tv
millions yearn but less than a privileged few earn that coveted stamp, the dream of peasants and chiefs from distant shores where operas and iphones are rare luxuries
and a minimum wage dish-washing gig at olive garden is a bed of roses in full-bloom
then the snow stormed on the summer of my dream, and spring's effulgence withered like seasonal leaves in november