The Compleat Taxi Chaser

The first thing you notice is
The confluence of traffic,
The onrush of day-lit chrome.
You hear horns blaring –
They burst, leap like salmon
At the dam of stops and starts.

And then you hear the curse –
The curse of the angler
Waist high in this torrent,
Trying to catch a big-mouth cab.

     Published, New York Times: 

http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/10/17/the-compleat-taxi-chaser/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_r=0

It Was Very Early

It was very early.  

The aftermath - the dream litter -

Could be seen in the streets.

The New York City morning

Could not be diagnosed as yet.

Its pulse flickered in between

What was and what will be.

It lay still, like a coma sleeper,

On its bed of concrete.

New York City/Cold Morning

Wind and sun drive Ninth Avenue
The morning rush hour a sound
Pedestrians bent to their schedules
Are blobs of color walking

I am awake today because of you
My artist of the morning

Walking

When we were younger, a New York morning

Was laced with last night's memories

Like new shoes with remembered twine.

Now our older mornings are stitched anew

With new laces and yesterday's shoes.

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