Impassioned glaciers fled a sweating sun,. Five lakes and megafauna in its wake. Ray-ban rocks, rippled hats tied tight to chin. White carpetbags cast akimbo in chunks. Now new terminals and mist-muffled dams. Flip ships from ports with pinball precision. In chains of custody 6 fathoms deep. Shorelines pass, browning mouths of broken towns. Like horse, mastadon, camelop fossils. They perished gazing at the horizon. Soon warm bayfront windows will open. This is a New York wave.