Alone at Union Square, 10:30 p.m.
Union Square yawns,
its mighty expanse inviting
the listless and spent
to sit and contemplate.
Seventeen tables,
sixty-eight chairs,
twelve people --
some talk; most pretend to listen.
As the stores sport barred doors
and empty cable cars pass,
a man in a gray suit traverses
the city's hollow heart.
He pulls a metal chair,
adding to those working sentry
to the silent space
we create and maintain.
(7 April 2010)
its mighty expanse inviting
the listless and spent
to sit and contemplate.
Seventeen tables,
sixty-eight chairs,
twelve people --
some talk; most pretend to listen.
As the stores sport barred doors
and empty cable cars pass,
a man in a gray suit traverses
the city's hollow heart.
He pulls a metal chair,
adding to those working sentry
to the silent space
we create and maintain.
(7 April 2010)