#71. Another Ghost Of New York

November 4, 2009

brooklyn bridge buddha
subway tunnel saint
homeless haunter
tattered teacher
martyred mother
sad and alone
laying your blessed head
on the cold tiles
night after night
greeting me mornings
with your indifference
piles of food water bottles
change bills clothes mats pillows
empty jars torn books
all the offerings
of passersby
averting eyes at peeing squatting
picking privates
we know no matter our hope
that we are you
you are the Endless
as we are
and I wonder
where you
meditate now

2 Responses to “#71. Another Ghost Of New York”

  1. Evelyn said

    “martyred mother
    sad and alone
    laying your blessed head
    on the cold tiles”
    I hope I am never a martyred mom. My mom throws guilt around like kisses. mothers milk, I joke often.

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