a roof-top shot –
full moon over the city
the monument peeping at us
watching us with those beady eyes
won’t make it to New Ark today –
wasn’t in the stars –
bus and train schedules wouldn’t fit,
didn’t want to drive:
don’t like to drive long distances
these days, roads are not safe
for a man like me
but we have his books here,
poems, plays, short stories, essays,
plenty to read and ponder –
and we have all these obituaries –
a thousand plateaus to climb to
to see a full moon rising
on an urban night
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