Tagged: nyc

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

the first december

the first december
in the new old home, we have
become privy to

the twilight dialogues between
the heat pipes crossing households
.
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at every level,

at every level,
slipping into nimby is
so easy – if not

the upper west side, then the
east, jackson heights, or fort greene
.
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in the middle of

in the middle of
the night in a pandemic,
someone is doing

laundry, the water swishes like
an alarm throughout the building
.
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between renting and

between renting and
owning is an impossible
leap – new york city

swimming ceaselessly in its snow
globe of glittery currency
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: leap