this poem's an invitation
a welcome mat
the porch light's on
here's a hook for your hat
the door is open
the kettle plugged in
the strudel is cooling
anytime, we'll begin
chairs i have many
a few cushions too
everything's laundered
and waiting for you
be you fear, be you sorrow
be you many or few
the bramble's been trimmed
just make your way through
where i will be waiting
as still as the lake
i welcome you all
here, have some cake
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
new york
i love your garbage cans
Bryant Park, your empty emerald bistro
chairs, those flat heeled eight a.m. women
sucked into the spinning mouths of shiny buildings.
i love your playlist of birdcall and jackhammering,
the same menu at Reggio's year after year,
and the Whitman quotes underfoot.
everyone calling me ma'am
your salty-fat two dollar pretzels impaled on coathangers
make me laugh. where did you get those
polite apologies at crowded crosswalks? LUV them!
oh, baby you were fabulous last night:
your Chrysler tip a zippo flame
over Grand Central's implacable facade.
thanks for your perspective, Pershing Square
i never knew how much i loved you, New York
until i watched Denzel Washington
play Walter Younger on 47th where
Sidney Poitier played him on the same stage in '59
or until i sat here thinking about a pack
of Nate Sherman cigarets bought around the corner
in the life i had before this one
it took walking by the Grace building
to know it.
Bryant Park, your empty emerald bistro
chairs, those flat heeled eight a.m. women
sucked into the spinning mouths of shiny buildings.
i love your playlist of birdcall and jackhammering,
the same menu at Reggio's year after year,
and the Whitman quotes underfoot.
everyone calling me ma'am
your salty-fat two dollar pretzels impaled on coathangers
make me laugh. where did you get those
polite apologies at crowded crosswalks? LUV them!
oh, baby you were fabulous last night:
your Chrysler tip a zippo flame
over Grand Central's implacable facade.
thanks for your perspective, Pershing Square
i never knew how much i loved you, New York
until i watched Denzel Washington
play Walter Younger on 47th where
Sidney Poitier played him on the same stage in '59
or until i sat here thinking about a pack
of Nate Sherman cigarets bought around the corner
in the life i had before this one
it took walking by the Grace building
to know it.
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