Tourists whisked to the
top while on tenant floors, one
hears “shhhhhhsss” like secrets.
Empire State Building – in the elevator
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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.
Dubious milestone
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
a haiku a day 