Random Acts of Poetry
Dinner and a Show
A dowager sun of ocher
Shines against the windows,
As we exit
And quicken our feet.
We hear Hebrew on Broadway
Passing by a fruit stand.
An invisible chain in coils
Encircles a prostitute.
And it almost breaks us down,
This game of counting doors.
Words can satisfy
Or pierce like a hypo;
The amplified voices
Testifying for the moon
Like stentorian birds, complaining
Of a sky cindered with night,
While dirty men
Seek to eat.
Meat and pepper wait
Just beyond the light,
Behind those steamy,
unbreakable panes.
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