Wishing Well
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I cough up daylight like I've just been dragged ashore
The Gemstone Line
How does it sound? Why does it work?
The poem
Outside the Met a man walks up sun
Tweaking the brim sticker on his Starter cap
And he says pardon me Old School he
Says you know is this a wishing well?
Yeah Son I say sideways over my shrug
At the limpid smooth as spandex behind me.
Throw your bread on the water.
I tighten my chest wheezy as Rockaway Beach
Sand with a pull of faux smoke from my e-cig
To cozy the truculence I hotbox alone
And I am at the museum because it is not a bar.
Because he appears not to have changed
Them in days I eye the heel-chewed hems
Of his pants and think probably he will
Ask me for fifty cents any minute now wait
For it. A smoke or something. Central Park exhibits
The frisking transparency of autumn. Tracing
Paper sky, leaves like eraser crumbs gum
The pavement. As if deciphering celestial
Script I squint and purse off toward the roof
Line of the museum aloof as he fists two
Pennies from his pockets mumbling and then
Aloud my man he says hey my man I’m going
To make a wish for you too.
Give the gift of love!
Buy “Digest” as a wedding present.