September Afternoon in Central Park

Elizabeth Switaj


Strained to see golden carp

through pond scum

& somebody’s lunch


Some orange angel twitched six legs without lifting

from my shoulder I could see

gold fur body & untorn wings


Still couldn’t hear


Sirens turned to song

under harsh jay calls


Still didn’t think

of your blue lips

until I got on the train

and really couldn’t reach the bars


the way I once pretended

so I could touch my head to you

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