Parc Ferme 7/8
The tree is blooming orchid faces tiny
and falling into the water it’s dark and muddy
but moving through the trees
The leaves are needles black lacquered green
that crushed velvet coat on New Years
We watched him dancing in the middle of 12th street
His legs kicking out from under him the street
waves of soot
Scuffed black dress shoes skirting yellow lines
like some sort of nursery rhyme breaking backs
far away from here tonight
The quiet of that street he was humming
Rainy Night in SoHo then kicked that can
into your lap
At ______ there were lights on
making the spires black the grass amber
The city was cut out of the sky
It was splintering wood panels in old libraries
into needles green frail opening in the water like lilies
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