Garden
When trees and light
make a mockery of space
security guards, arms uplifted,
call to each other like birds.
This I have seen.
Cherry trees with raindrops
on leaves’ tips, hanging amidst
incandescent night-
Oh dalliance, oh
sculpted cauliflower, oh
dusk in the Bronx,
cold in the Bronx.
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