Fall of New York
Fifth Avenue:
Umbrellas bob
down the sidewalk
like drunken
Chinese lanterns
and a cool wind
has invaded in
from the north.
Summer’s anger
still seethes
below street level
but today refused
to bare its teeth,
opting to stay dry
in the warm refuge
of the train tunnels.
A week ago,
I was a stick of butter
greasing 23rd Street
on my walk to work,
and this morning
I was treated to a
coming-attractions reel
for Fall of New York.
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18 comments:
i dig the drunken chinese lanterns, the warm refuge of the train tunnels and greasing 23rd street...
think there are two seasons i would love to visit new york - cherry blossom in central park and fall
Aother excellent poem from one of the best poem makers out there.
Another tight poem. Your choice of form/construct reminds me of the poet W.S. Merwin's work wherein he used punctuation sparingly and at times none at all. I am one of your many fans. I especially enjoyed reading Fall of New York. It's as if I was there.
Very nice. The second stanza works best for me - the butter metaphor is an angry one, full of uncomfort.
super cultural and rich piece.
Beautifully flowing poem!! The images are so serene.. :D
xox
Love butter and fall,
eden
That last stanza REALLY shows how quickly the season can transition from summer to fall. I understand that perfectly, as that is exactly how it is here too.
Autumn is the best time to be in the city. It truly comes into itsown then. >KB
Lovely images - I could see NYC clearly in my minds-eye. The seasons can turn reallu suddenly here too.
ha. creative delivery...particularly around the melting butter grease and the coming attreactions...well played sir...i love fall...
Fall is so lovely isn't it, and it's just beginning to show its colours... A beautiful, seasonal poem - I especially like the drunken Chinese lanterns
I also especially admire the third stanza ~ M
I love the first hint of fall in the country and this brings the promise of fall in the city heat..that thank I don't enjoy2hehe...as the country is for me instead3..4me
Umbrellas bob
down the sidewalk
like drunken
Chinese lanterns and butter greasing 23rd ave..love the images conjured up..nice poem
I like this a lot. The part about being melting butter one day and enjoying Autumn the next.
a dreamy imagery.
lovely imagery.
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