Still visiting in New York.

Manhattan, New York

Twenty years ago
In those days in the afternoon,
I floated by ferry to Hoboken or Staten Island
then pushed the babies in their carriages
along the river wall observing Manhattan

See Manhattan I cried, New York!
even at sunset it doesn’t shine
but stands in fire, charcoal to the waist

But this afternoon
I walked west and came to Hudson Street
Where I saw tri-colored flags
flying over old oak furniture for sale
brass bedsteads, copper pots, and vases
by the pound from India

Suddenly before my eyes
I saw two young mothers
Pushing their babies in their carriages
in a joyous parade

They stuffed pillows under
their lovely gowns
and entered a restaurant
under a sign which said
All Pregnant Mothers Eat Free

I watched them place napkins over their bellies
and accept coffee and zabaglione

I am especially open to sadness and hilarity
since my father died in Manhattan
Twenty years ago only a few blocks from where I was.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-23 at 05:07

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I would imagine that you were feeling sad until you saw what the mothers were doing. Life goes on. Lovely piece.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this Ashe, especially the notations of death and new life twenty years ago.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Sometimes poetry hurts and delights at the same time, bringing pictures and feelings of all sorts and kinds, like a projected slide show of heart and mind. This did that for me, Ashe. Brava Poet! Brava!

that's sad, i don't like to be sad

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Marvellously specific, beautifully detailed.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Ashe. :)