Sunday, March 06, 2011

R.O.Z. pt. ii

Soggy Sunday morning
No TV to bark in the corner
The neighbors have gone to church
But for a siren
________________tens of
blocks away _______All is still

The rain drips from rusting fire escapes
onto the concrete courtyard
Someone shifts a clay flower pot
________________in its
terra cotta saucer— It couldn’t be
____anything else________ &
in the distance, you can almost hear
wakes ____spread across the
___top___ sheet
of the East River____Or
is that
____the city’s breath again?

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