Tagged: stoop

all day, the rain falls

all day, the rain falls
in brooklyn like a fugue,
repeating the same
theme on its way
down – ledge, leaf,
rung, stoop,
ledge, leaf, rung,
stoop, ledge,
leaf, rung, stoop –
rubato-
ing and
accelerando-ing
together
with the ease of
a seasoned symphony
.
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on a scale of summer-

on a scale of summer-
to-autumn, October has
finally tipped the scale
slightly in favor of
cooling down. we sit
on our Brooklyn
stoops, greeting
and enjoying
the last of the
last of the last
of summer – hi, it’s
good to see you again

.
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even if it is just a bit

even if it is just a bit
of ledge
, a corner of
an apartment stoop,
a prediction in the
space-time continuum,
Saturday offers
more room, certain
clearances, and
on occasion,
some do-overs
.
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the first winter to

the first winter to
start without you
hangs around at the
bottom of the
stoop
, loiters
like a lost
lover, lingers like
the last note of
a new kind of
music, sticks
around like the
final clump of
snow, trails like
a loss for words
.
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