| for Mark & Johanna I need a glass of water I am a stranger to New York The other day this guy talked to me sweet and my skin seems kind of dry The first morning a cardinal woke me The second evening dogs kept me up Days are soured by saws, pneumatic drills, a woman excited by a woodpecker in the park She was nice, that woman strangely chatty like Americans can be There he is, she said, There he is. Her head was tilted, her back bent The trip has been a pleasure I don't know what I'm doing here It's raining there are sounds of thunder but too regular coming from inside there's a ping ping ping on the air conditioner I hear it's muggy in the heat By myself in a friend's apartment in New York with days to go I choose a couch that could be nowhere dare to write the word "alone" months later cut it in a close Toronto spring mostly thanks to you copyright © Judy MacDonald 2001 |
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