Young Squivino Discovers The Power Of An Oak
Away from its birth nest for the very first time, With translucent tail held high in the balance position, Young Squivino carefully walks along a branch, Awake in the world For the very first time.
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Robino Tastes a Red Berry
as luck would have it, while walking in a field of yellow leaves, we find Robino once again, nibbling on a Red Berry. Late afternoon by the reservoir in Central Park
The Softening of New York City
Even the sleekest, straightest, tallest, glassiest, richest-by-the-square-foot skyscraper needs a little natural softening-up to lure a wary traveler floating by Sky scraper ~ New York City
The Border Places
Rusty with life I flee the stainless streets, escaping to the border places, neon blinks through half a sign. Dark wood angles jut and flounder on their way to make up a house. Galvanized garbage can broken on the sidewalk, lid almost covering the mess inside. Loose wires hang over broken grass, holding on in the front-yard dust. Green planks cross-hatch behind the steps, covering the belly of the porch. Inside the floor is still swept clean; There's a curtain instead of a door. Hangman stalks the inside house, waiting for a turn of events. Across the Harlem Meer
Negotiation
Clutching after reality I make my way in the setting sun (Seeking out the unlit door, Paper bag rumpled in the corner, Old man hunching up the dirty steps.) I walk through the iron-studded door into the mythic sanctuary (Walls covered with metaphors, Banks of unlit penny candles, Stained glass.) I light the wooden stick from a nearby flickering prayer (Smell the old dust and new wax, Kneel on the seasoned wood, Listen for the echoes in the cubbyholes.) One for you, one for me, one for the middle ground