From my apartment
on the Lower East Side
of New York City
I hear cars rushing by
and realize that I am living in
a most urban area
After dining with friends
I walk home alone to view
some sexually charged TV
I continue to exsist in this
"Baghdad on tne Hudson"
as O.Henry named it
My lights are working as I sit down
to write verse
Things could be worse things could be
much worse
In distant lands "ignorant armies"
battle and die
This is the 12th anniversary
of 9/11
Memorial Candles won't bring back
friends, family members, or lovers
back to this verdant earth
But our pain is eased now
Somewhat...........