Sewing curtains
All weekend long,
how quickly my needle
skips over hems.
We won’t have to look
at bricks anymore.
I bought a patch of
celestial blue to hang
from the kitchen window.
A few yards of green
velour in the bedroom
waving like soft meadows.
Green meadows will
keep city lights
from our eyes.
Sewing curtains all
weekend long.
Now that we have
found our own place
hidden from the world.
Enveloped
In exhaust
fumes
slate-like
formations
cross corners.
Crushed within
this granite body
our faces
become concrete
blocks.
Scanning
one clear line
which points
to where
this synthetic
day
ends.
Amazing
How
only
last Thursday
after another morning
of clichés
as freezing winds pushed
us along grey avenues
you shouted my name
in the middle of Herald Square
calling me poet
and instantly mountains
of mediocrity were melted
by your smile.
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