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

silence

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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