More haiku from Gotham, with apologies to William Carlos
Williams for (guess which) one. Also two of these rise from a new strain about people we’ve
met.
*
Atop the cold city
spikes of light meet dead of night,
heaven’s icicles.
Magda fled Poland
the day the Nazis came. Why?
‘Dad read newspapers.’
*
Climbed the subway stair
at Times Square. Looked right, then left.
This way east, no, west.
*
Everything depends
on a red boat in dawn’s mist
on the blue Hudson.
Roman busts a bore?
No, no! She looked, took names, shook
old Rome back to life.
*
Even here, where race
matters least, eye avoided eye
after Ferguson.
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