Duct cleaning

Heating system dust –
particles of previous
occupants’ lives, selves.

For whom the bell tolls

From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.

Morning in midtown Manhattan

In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.

Among extraordinary women

I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.

1964 World’s Fair Unisphere

Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.

Morning in LeFrak City

On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.

Dubious milestone

Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?

Obama’s turban

Headgear gone wild I
tip my hat to idiots
who have flipped their lids.

Time to start supper

Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.

Dichotomy

She PhotoShops her
self covered with blood spatters
loves puppies, is sweet.