In a dream about 1967, inside Tompkins Square Park looking out towards Avenue A
My Dad’s at the bus, has a Daily News, turns, then waves to me and smiles.
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The pan we needed was nine by fourteen;
she gazed then asked, That’s circle or oval?
© Chagall 2014
I am made so very lighthearted
by the sight of my neighbor’s light.
© Chagall 2014
Our greatest achievement lies yet in our next encounter
somewhere along this way, I’m told by the same, she advises you
as well, you know this as plain as I;
I tell you nothing new that’s not old,
ancient in fact though we sometimes get lost in our fictions,
twice-told and still surprised!
As many lights that night as there will be bells
from faraway hills, resonant peals of sound and sight
and indigo awash everywhere there is sky or earth or water.
© Chagall 2014
All the light
I see tonight
is yours.
Moon crazy
scrolled shadows
by the fence.
Every glint –
each specular hint
– I attribute to you.
You remind dark earth
of past days,
you reflect the sun.
© Chagall 2013
I love getting screwed
over by friends
It makes one so
much wiser
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And it’s my friends
who’ll be waiting,
they’ll attend,
await me.
I am coming down
within the hour.
I’ll be thirsty,
and hungry,
please drink me
and feed me
Burst us
deep from within.
© Chagall 2013
You are capable
of anything.
Did I not
make myself clear?
There was a period
punctuating the point.
Don’t dally here.
Now go . . .
on your Way.
© Chagall 2013
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