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Daylight Savings Time – March 9
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…
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.
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.
haikouldn’t ask it of you
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
a haiku a day 