52 SONGS

...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Friday, November 15, 2013

Street

In spring meadows beyond the city,
sprigs of yellow light dot the grass

in tiny blasts. Here, at Prospect
and Lexington, a woman in trim,

gray work skirt and blazer holds
a tan cat carrier, her free arm lifted

toward the street. Like daisies freed
by a stiff, fall wind, taxis glide

resistanceless down the avenue.

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