Bryant Park, October, hard against the granite fence of New York Library, exotic and home foods in autumn trade, The sun insistent by its weakness as your servant here, stalking the footlights of the city play perpetually, at least Until the work, the vision of the fall give in. Winter crouches in wait mode, the heart prepared for its white sleep, her snow shroud terminal you see before it strikes too late. So meet me here, midday Defy the crowds and seasons passing by Before the shadows do their work, and sunlight runs to hide. Like Time Square balladeers, pick- pocketeers, we’ll snatch a cent a scented kiss from sentences away Taunting the hard and heavy march of day. ***** Click here for more poems by Richard Morgan
Written by and for the former staff of UNICEF