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.
Ashe~





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.
2017-06-29


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this Ashe, especially the notations of death and new life twenty years ago.
2017-06-23


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!
2017-06-23



that's sad, i don't like to be sad
peina...
2017-06-23


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Marvellously specific, beautifully detailed.
2017-06-23


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Ashe. :)
Ken
2017-06-23