#472. became today

May 26, 2011

all the trains
and all the shadows
tunnels of red light green
beams scurry grey grey as ghosts
now we become new york ghosts as well

the sign of the times is the light thru the grate

#457. no more rice or salt

January 29, 2011

once you go you’re gone
down the ghost subway 
no more rice or salt
to feel or make

old dreams young
and young dreams old
the sea returns me
and by the sea i escape

the compass
in my bakers hand
encircles my flying mind
crowns and directs me found

the ancient
timeless whirlpool
tossing me
an old coca cola can
in an empty
six train car between canal
and spring
before summer and fall leads to winter

#350. me too you

August 10, 2010

even the subway
is quiet tonight
the sax player
on the platform
is taking five
the air is liquid
with summer heat
and the tourists
are subdued
exhausted
by august
me too
you

#333. social ism

July 24, 2010

odd notions
an ocean of sweat
hurricane manhattan
floodtide up hudson putnam
lakeside the cool remedies are sought

glasses tinkle conversation flows ebbs
bananas fosters friends shots
gather swimming night
dawnward bound
together

#327. evening

July 18, 2010

the air has stilled not cooled
sunday family strollers
content to find their rides
cars subway stairs down
tourist busses head up town
with late diners in cabs
making their last decision
of the weekend

my girl and i slow down
and let the dog lead us home

#319. saturday cinquain

July 10, 2010

break in
the hot weather
people back on the streets
the sound of water is city
music

#318. heat wave

July 9, 2010

in
the subway
with
all the odors
of
decaying life
the
heat blasts
by
the people
on
platforms
are
wilting
in
the stench
then
get aboard
the
long train
to
hot stations
then
up stairs
and
down passages
and
up stairs
then
out into the rain refreshed breeze

#302. south street walk

June 23, 2010

summer leaves
crisping not
wilting
subway
air dense
as a rye bread
baking on lower
east side
stairs
lifting
up and out
bodies disperse
finding spaces
to catch
delight
zephyr
fragrant
dream floats
across the starry
river where brooklyn
she smiles
dances
cooling us
walkers at night

finding myself crashing
almost every day shouldering
through the spirits crowding
in the subway skating in the park
wailing in the bar walking across town
i am overwhelmed by the presence of endless
time and the many flavored ghosts of new york

joining the line i am content
to know my view of the river
changes daily

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