Tulips are exploding with color—

It’s the first day outside

without the rain! The sun is shining bright.

Petals are falling from trees.

It’s the first day outside!

Everyone is walking their dogs to the park.

Petals are falling from trees.

Strong breezes tickle strands of hair.

Everyone is walking their dogs to the park.

Poets’ voices become raspy while reading aloud.

Strong breezes tickle strands of hair.

Children are laughing & playing across the street.

Poets’ voices become raspy while reading aloud.

Without the rain, the sun is shining bright.

Children are laughing & playing across the street.

Tulips are exploding with color.

Afternoon light

was magic. 

Drum circle

@ 65th C was

played by one rock drummer;

he played “Get on up”

like a funk king—

Easter Sundays 

I used to see

kites flying

in the park,

but Central Park 

is so full

of budding trees

and masked people.

In Strawberry Fields,

a man wearing 

a Harley T-shirt

played “No woman,

no cry” on his guitar

and a lady

played “All you need

is love” on her guitar 

as pink-haired girls 

took pictures of

the IMAGINE plaque.

A year ago,

the park was empty.

Now the afternoon 

light shines on 

all of us.

The rain began to fall at 7 pm,

but we were not fools tonight.

We stayed home fresh & dry

as the restaurants opened outside—

But we were not fools tonight:

we told jokes & made popcorn

as the restaurants opened outside.

We entertained ourselves! 

We told jokes & made popcorn,

& we drank wine & made pasta.

We entertained ourselves.

Sex was on the menu—

& we drank wine & made pasta.

We stayed home, fresh & dry.

Sex was on the menu.

The rain began to fall at 7 pm.

It’s the first day without rain!

Trees are about to bud,

but the winds still blow cold

as the sun peeks out from the clouds.

Trees are about to bud—

& flowers are almost blooming

as the sun peeks out from the clouds.

The birds return to sing a while

& flowers are almost blooming

before the ground turns green.

The birds return to sing a while;

some squirrels gather fallen acorns

before the ground turns green.

But the winds still blow cold.

Some squirrels gather fallen acorns.

It’s the first day without rain.

When our hearts were beating faster,

I couldn’t catch my breath

& as I sat down, I tried to remember

how good it was with us—

I couldn’t catch my breath

when we danced all night, &

how good it was, with us!

Stopping at the café, I imagined

when we danced all night, &

I suddenly see your face

stopping at the café; I imagined:

What if we did get married?

I suddenly see your face, 

& as I sat down, I tried to remember:

What if we did get married,

when our hearts were beating faster?


Now that it’s officially Winter,
the snow’s falling fast outside
as the wind blows hard and cold.
Not much is going on here—


The snow’s falling fast outside.
Tea is brewing;
not much is going on here—
We make up stories to pass the time.

Tea is brewing,
French toast is fried up.
We make up stories to pass the time;
we bundle up warmly.

French toast is fried up
as the wind blows hard and cold.

We bundle up warmly 
now that it’s officially Winter.

I feel like an alligator since I heard the fatal news.

I want to swim away in the marshes

& to dream I would had touched all the stars

like you did, Major Tom.

I want to throw away my red shoes,

it’s not the time to dance under the serious moonlight,

while Ziggy Stardust plays his mighty guitars.

Don’t you remember standing by the wall, 

pretending we can all be heroes,

& as we kissed,

we prayed that nothing can ever fall?

An innovator, a junkie, a true soul brother

dressed in the latest fashions,

we will miss you in this world & worlds beyond,

as we continue to dream without crying,

when we can all dance again in your name,

cleansed by ashes & the mighty river.

Third day back at work 

in the New Year,

& still, no one’s here.

No good vibrations to play off of—

Even the IT guy on Monday was spooked:

“Dude, it’s too quiet! How can you stand it?”

The knives of the mind are dulled by silence.

Meditation quiets the mind.

But then my muses are bound & gagged

until I stop breathing deep—

I am hungry for voices outside.

Someone’s coming in!

Brain’s now sharper;

I am well again.