Showing posts with label upper east side. Show all posts
Showing posts with label upper east side. Show all posts

Friday, May 26, 2017

The leaves of summer

Let the sap of summer nourish me,
like a small bough,
with a leaf stuck for life to its limb.
Let the autumn wind care for my soul.
So what if winter crawls over my roots!


Friday, November 25, 2016

Autumn Remains of the Day


Thank you for your service....
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Callery Pear Tree Leaves, November 24 2016

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Thursday, January 23, 2014

On attempting to discover the steps on the way outside
Front Steps


On Attaining Footing on the Sidewalk
Sidewalk and Tree Bed


On Achieving a Restaurant that is Opened
Complete Strangers Dining in a Turkish Restaurant

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Of Course I Remember September!

Of course I remember September!
Red cliffs of rosy, happy sandstone,
trees glowing,
no fear for winter,
not those days with all our layers.

I settled down though, under greyer skies, .
foggy skies with rubber boots on,
wading through the white caps,
sailing over dark green waters.
What if I hadn’t jumped at the chance?
Lept into the backseat of that four door traveling fall?

There’s only words left now,
just a bunch of letters strewn along,
making up lines as they go.
     A bread crumb life,
longing after the sandstone hills,
Oh, how I need another century!

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A Wet Day in Late September
Mission for today:
What if we have another Century afterall?
1. Think about what you might do tomorrow then,
2. Why not?
3. I mean, it's only one day, right?
It's always a good idea to take a note.

“Nothing is impossible, the word itself says ‘I’m possible’!”
— Audrey Hepburn

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Monday, September 23, 2013

Jail Break! Jail Break!


Attention All Bystanders! Attention ! Attention !!

We had an early report of a Flower Breakout on the Upper East Side, and the rumors have been confirmed!

Several dozen small daisy-like blossoms, including stems, have managed to escape confinement and are loose and at large. Several have been captured, but many are still out there! Although these particular inmates are not known to be dangerous, they have been under house arrest for many months and may have acquired questionable behavior characteristics. Even worse, these blossoms may be in danger themselves, from unattentive walkers and unfriendly dogs!

If you spot any suspicious flowers and stems of any kind, please notify The Authorities instantly. You may save a life.

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Escaping flowers caught in the glare of a searching headlight

Sunday, August 4, 2013

A Twilight Time

The night dies and a day is born,
when do we turn on the timing?
Is it the lights and the dramas,
or the harvests and the noon time bells?

Go ahead and take the stars,
for I have no more use for them.
Take the sun away and let me cope as best I can,
pale blacks and white greys will cover the differentiations.

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Madison Avenue and 106th (dawn/dusk)

Your Mission, should you choose to accept it, is to pause midway between, say, this and that;
or between, say, here and hereafter, where and why, or whichever and whichnever.

Take a pause only long enough to see the commonality of things, and then--back to splitting seconds!

Sunday, June 23, 2013

It's Raining, Isn't it?

I crave those times I refused to notice,
when I lived behind the separator,
catching reflections in the transparent screen:
red snowsuits glancing by in January,
spring-green boots.

August—limp, dry, sticky with sap.
Camping in the lodgepole pines,
quiet needle carpets crunching,
hiking, breathing,
always such a long way to go.
Why am I always, always last?
I am weighted down with last year’s dinners.

I see a paint drip frozen dry on the yellow wall.
Why notice it now, when the time to fix is over?
Staring out the dusty window,
Rain throwing spatters down my face.

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From Light to Dark on Madison Avenue

Monday, May 27, 2013

Happy Pansies Observing Those Who Pass By

There are those who will quibble and nibble and gripe
About focus and lighting –well you know the type.
They miss all the fun with their nitpicking jury:
Some pansies are born to be blurry!

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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.