Spell for New York

very spring day
coming down

but there are larger things happening—
sense of cycles & returns

again
& now I find myself going even further back

Washington Square Park with my mom
I kept my promise to myself

in spite of all it’s cost me
I’ve always had one foot out the door

blossoms blowing down shadowy 
Greenwich Village blocks in big clouds

that kind of day, palimpsestic,
the literary & personal drawn to a point

even all the past possibilities
join me here