Number 6 Train into Manhattan
New York –cold, cement maze
rat scurries across train tracks
man drums white bucket
Dangerous Kiss
Hips sway, my pelvis
to his, souls collide --destruct
in sweet wretched bliss
An hour after yoga
woodpecker pecks hard
on a warm winter day, while
crow circles its prey
The dog park
birds hollering crisp
sun shines on naked brown trees
Dao scampers through shit
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