Let's Sing
When the New York City jazz deafened
With fiddles through the fogs
A random of birds buried themselves down within
The cloudless sky more than ever.
Nothing else appeared to recovery through the dust
Of the moonlight beyond the mass of maiden flowers
The deep wall that soon would fade into the horizon.
Have you ever seen the sun hardly showing himself
With strangely scarf the fall of this soft morning?
I've seen it as a centerfold howl unfastening
Its wings peeking out at the exhausted dew.
After such a long gaze, when the airplane
Had reached its heights below toward the other world
Fitting my tears the waves of people swallowed
The massy star through the dirty blue into fire.
Where, in this tearing moment, to call it a day,
I might find my old man playing chess at Times Square
Or sitting along the Central Park feeding
The filthy pigeons with peanuts and M&M candies
While the gazes go on and on after the 9/11 nightmare.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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