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
on the edge of the
edge of east village, neighbors
wake up, still dreaming
.
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we will always have
we will always have
union square, come rain or shine, or
a wagon of pups
.
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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
yes, racist rants can
still show up at the market,
an active player
.
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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
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