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



I don’t believe we ever

kick the tentacles of the white lily

once it makes its first grasp


We just go on


if we are lucky

Published by mauriconnors

Writing about dance. Dancing about writing. Dancing about dancing.

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