Hope

morning in the city park today
through the damp earth
new green shoots did part
will become tulips or daffodils maybe
their hopeful promise of Spring is
a balm to my chapped Winter heart

Miss You

Staring into a bowl of purple borscht at the counter on 2nd Avenue, thinking of you....

Sidewalk Solo

I night walk down a cold stretch of 9th Avenue from frozen Hell's Kitchen to windy Chelsea, each measured, leather-soled footstep saying "I am", "I am", "I am."

Benediction

Two gaunt homeless men standing in a a bus shelter, one tenderly smoothing the other's long hair with his fingers, their faces like Apostles.