A Love Poem for…

This is a love poem for all the stragglers roaming,

smoking, turning tricks, sleeping and living in

the chaos of VaN CoRTLaNdT PaRk. 

The trees stand tall, casting a dark shadow over anyone,

anything that stands in its way.  The branches sway back and forth

in the cool, calm wind of the hot and hazy days of summer.

Children running through the sprinklers, popsicles melting onto

their fingers, the sticky sweetness makes the perfect getaway for a fly. 

The hot and hazy sun is lost

behind the tall skyscrapers that lean every which way. 

At night, a woman’s knockoff purse is

snatched and the sounds of children crying, taxi cabs honking their horns and

sirens comes to life…

another day has ended… tomorrow wont come soon enough.