After
After my stroke After I broke A second rib I saw I couldn’t Save his life The low flower face […]
New Yorkers, Poems, Tributes
New Yorkers
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The Poe Cottage, 1992
The country has abandoned it, but not the wild. Crackheads sit on ruined benches in the park, crows call from
New Yorkers, Poems, Tributes
Central Park Zoo, 1970
Back in the old zoo—the place the child of New York’s Parks commissioner once called Sing-Sing for beasts, where elephants
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In a Room at the Marriott Marquis
To die in Times Square is a fact to contemplate since I am old and here on 44th Street in
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Offering
it used to be one mendicant monk now there are three bowls to their sides walking single file in the
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Our First Five Days in the Country
Should we cut back the shrubs so we can see the pond? I ask my husband. No, he says, then