Sunday, May 17, 2015

Again

Again

Sitting here, again,
In this same red chair
In this same Times Square.
Two years to the day
Today,
I’m struck by the cycles 
Of it all.

Same High Line,
Same Central Park,
Same skyline shots,
And sunrises and
Sunsets,
And clouds and scents
And visits.

Same words, more or less,
Same blank verse and
Loose meter and rhyme.
Living, co-living,
Re-living,
This all again,
Together.
New York is better.
Each day is better,
Each year is better,
Each over again
       Again:
Pending first times,
All again.