I nurse a big wad of green tea through three steeps from noon until midday with the first brew I surmise the fate of the wind and the rain the second brings me joy while I stretch luxuriantly and here am I with the third shall we read our leaves? Chagall 2020
Tag Archive: prophecy
The pigeon mumbler
on East 12th Street
released his flock
at the same time
Papo’s kite took flight
resulting in tangled
echelon high above New York,
while I
on my fire escape
midway through 100
sun salutations got
caught in the fray
toppling 7 stories
to hard cement, dead
but for a moment exactly
as per the prophecy
Chagall 2016
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