be a tree
on
the avenue of americas

again
just like
yesterday
and
i need tomorrow

mighty mouse
comes
to save the day

the child
appeared
lost
in meditation
legs crossed
humming
that melody

found here
over there
focusing on
a word
a phrase repeated

he would talk
and
i would guess
what
he was saying

mostly involves
silence
and a prescription

heard birds
house broken
filled with trees
and maple syrup

there must be elves
or fairies or
somebody or
something

elephants

growing up here
visited
indianapolis
twice

prefer the water
and trees and
moonlight

when i leave
probably
go to some
island

having
been born
in italy
you
would think
i’d always
be
italian

racial
profiling would
be
finding
polish people
at
the pierogi shop

what
language
are you
speaking

not
everybody
could be
born in brooklyn

remember
yesterday
like
it was
yesterday
and
unfortunately
you
are no longer
here

for me to see

having
been in a womb
i
had a mirror
i
do believe
and a small stove
to make
meatballs

thanks
for this moment
as
leaf’s fall
cover the ground
with centuries
of imagination
and nothing

if
christopher columbus
had
an apple
he could
gps
america
and
do some research
on
indigenous tribes

a meal
served in a bowl
a pig in a
trough
becomes
so special later
as the sun sets
and the wood
goes
on the fire

as time goes by
do
you dream of
boats
and people
smiling

there will be
days
filled with wonder

why
the fuck
would
i
ever want
to
do that

riding a bike
thru harlem

stopped to
sit
on a bench

the bus is empty

manhattan
who would have thought

riding a bike
witnessing
the failure of success

you
are what you see
stage
set

the end is
over there
playing
horse
shoes