(Two from Brooklyn) (with photo)

  At Prospect Park Brooklyn In the park alone, I stand or sit and nobody charges me a fee. No one can ask me to leave. Nobody will be dragging a mop dipped in acrid cleaner as a hint. It may snow soon; it’ll surely rain. But I can stay, there’s no curfew. The police

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For Phillip

For Phillip   He asked me what it’s like to write a really good poem and I began but couldn’t assemble the words because we were in the office. His eyebrows rose as if to say it must be awesome if suddenly the poet should became speechless. You should write a poem about me he

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At the Business Conference

At the Business Conference* for Appleseed   The deer in the headlights Drank from a firehose At the end of the day: It was a win-win situation. Inside the business conference they peered out the windows, were momentarily speechless. They’d never seen anything like it. Someone asked What is it? A janitor said It was

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