I was skidding through another concrete day
Shoes hitting hard against the sidewalk grey
Sharp shards snapping at the stopped up drain
White sun spitting at a window pane
Background rattle of a subway train.
Then I turned the corner and astonishingly
I see the floating remnants of a cherry tree.
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Showing posts with label park avenue. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 27, 2016
A Puddle full of Petals
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buildings,
cherry tree,
curb,
drain,
new york,
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Sunday, May 26, 2013
Spring Bird Calling
Desire rubs itself into your palms like rusty gravel,
into your face like those wrenching wringing drying clothes
hanging by the grace of god. But then,
See the image of that flower root,
sucking sunlight into the earth.
Hear the image of a torn root mending,
hidden there under the sidewalk rain.
I have a garden with a marigold,
a yellow pansy in the window box,
a tree living a shepherdless life.
into your face like those wrenching wringing drying clothes
hanging by the grace of god. But then,
See the image of that flower root,
sucking sunlight into the earth.
Hear the image of a torn root mending,
hidden there under the sidewalk rain.
I have a garden with a marigold,
a yellow pansy in the window box,
a tree living a shepherdless life.
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Birds,
building,
park avenue,
poem,
upper east side,
video
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