Poems from New York, #1

When you understand

why art exists.

Because without it

Why live?

We follow what is pure

If impractical

And that is why I ache

(In different ways)

To protect you

(All of you)

Each day

~

There is a necessary step

And then another step

Which is really just a step

~

The city of waiting around

the city of being late for

tomorrow

~

I don’t believe we ever

kick the tentacles of the white lily

once it makes its first grasp

~

We just go on

fighting

if we are lucky