Sunday, January 4, 2015

IN THE BIG APPLE

In the Big Apple
wanting to wrestle
with words
beneath the wind
at Central Park
two squirrels drag race
up the now ancient trees
remembered since childhood
to befriend
another foreign body
in exile now in Soho
a Beat poet discovers himself
in the absence of time
landscape and echo
when dawn opens
every gesture of solitude.




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