New York New York
The watering can has been buried,
just its spout sticking out
of the powdery snow.
It looks like the torch
in the hand
off the statue of liberty.
Underneath it, the backyard is
a frozen ghost.
Who knows
what the summer leaves behind?
Detritus in any season
has to be recaptured
made to fit new landscapes.
In 1970, ‘Midnight Cowboy’
won an Oscar.
I was considering this movie
as I dug the watering can out,
whistling the John Barry’s theme.
New York has had a parcel of snowfall today,
let’s hope something good grows up out of it,
but it’s going to take more
than snow, and old 70’s theme music
to save the city from remaining
buried forever.
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