You sit there with a smile

Not really looking, just thinking.

Impressions of a Greenwich writer or an

Alcoholic Dylan Thomas.

A cold wind stumbles up 5lst and Lexington as

Dominant middle American ladies are stuck in elevators with the Boston Strangler

Who’s on vacation in Central park.

As the crumpled image is sent headlong into a wicker basket

A siren wails over the skyline from Brooklyn.

Wanting the sea and the open shore

Wanting a drink

Wanting to talk through the night and

Communicate just for once.

Look up at the ceiling.

Former Picture Editor. Now a sometime photographer and poet.

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