Bryant Park, NY: A Poem by Richard Morgan

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.

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