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

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