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.