Tagged: new york city

the dining table

the dining table
for the rest of our
lives, our first and
last, arrived
at sixteen minutes
past four this
afternoon, a
seventy-year-old
danish lady, with
a few wrinkles and
countless stories
tucked into
her sleeves, wrapped
carefully against the
first of december’s
chill, stepping out onto
the curb, in the
arms of gentle robert
.
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every other block,

every other block,
a fruit stand, a vegetable
stand – we take so much

for granted, strolling down these
city streets, satiated
.
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on the edge of the

we will always have

you couldn’t help it,

you couldn’t help it,
on purple sage saturday,
coming with a tray

of new plants from union square, as
if your plot were bigger than mine
.
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yes, racist rants can

in the city that

in the city that
never sleeps, every other john’s
pizzeria is

a stone toss away – let us
meet there and order a slice
.
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most will let power

most will let power
go to their heads – whoever
said money is the

root of all evil has not
sat on the board of a co-op
.
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a cold winter’s night,

our new old neighbors

our new old neighbors
have moved just a little bit
closer – listen to

where the floorboards creak, count the
paces between quietudes
.
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