The other half lives

It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.

Empire State Building – in the elevator

Tourists whisked to the
top while on tenant floors, one
hears “shhhhhhsss” like secrets.

Empire State Building – at the base

Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.

Morning in midtown Manhattan

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

New York City from the air

Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach

Double entendre overheard at LaGuardia

“We’re domestic,” a
blonde woman tells her daughter
in line at the gate.

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.

only blog can make a tree

a dilemma of
riches in tiny topaz
the art of language

haikouldn’t ask it of you

“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.