Maiden Lane
Lower Manhattan
Conjures innocent strolls
Through leafy bowers
Young girls skipping in white linen,
In bonnets, arming baskets of flowers
Not the Meat Market
Not where virgins have lain
Beneath panting pedophiles
Maiden Lane
A one way street
In the city that has
Seen it all.
*Maagde Paatje, a “footpath used by lovers along a rippling brook” (Wikipedia)
Aha
Everything
Falls in place
Just so
Feels good.
Let bylaws be bylaws
Inlaws be inlaws
Bygones be bygones.
Wheels spinning,
Sit back, enjoy the view
Time out deja vu.
The tightness of the rope
I gave you enough
It’s all about balance
And grace under fire.
Oh dear, I fear
I put my best foot forward
Only to trip
The light fantastic.
Any day now
Golden and purple
Will trumpet
Spring.
Things as I might
Like them to be
Not as they are
Get on the train.
Whack one
Smack one
Words pack a wallop too.
So different
This new way of seeing
from inside
Yet so familiar.
Just a slight shift of focus
And another
new world
before me.
I step out softly
to explore.
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