blizzard shutting down
the city-drug dealer
still at his corner

bus stop –
the winter dance
of cold feet

parking tower
a white-throated sparrow singing
on an empty floor

St. Patrick's night --
an old man pounds his fist
on the hood of a taxi

Back to work
someone else
in my parking place

at the bus stop breathing in the bus

He's elected mayor -
the boy who pulled
my pigtails

a hawk glides 
between downtown buildings
cloudless sky

a few tiles missing
from the chessboard in the park --
November sun

in the taxicab
      a gold fish
restless in his bowl

escalator
up from the subway tunnel
snowfall

searching
even among skyscrapers -
first pear blossoms

haiku conference
even the taxi driver
has an opinion

parade over
one last twirl
of her baton

what a hard job
it must be
Statue of Liberty

at Murasaki's grave
birds chitter from the trees
roar of traffic

uptown girl
i listen to her speak
as fast as i can

uptown IRT
too many heads
block the poetry

after black dreams the urban orange night

jet-black tunnel
the sudden blast 
of autumn color

too hot to sleep . . .
from the fire truck's siren
a map of  the streets

winter stars . . .
the sirens
fade

St. Patrick's Day
a traffic cop directs
gridlock

urban dusk
another shot
clanks off the rim

wine rings
on the cafe tables --
spring wind

her iPhone
back between her thighs
the traffic moves on

up warm subway stairs the shifting mix of scents

outside the museum
two pigeons drink reflections
of a skyscraper

city night
a light left on
the 43rd floor

still thinking about
   that bird in the tunnel -
the radio flares back on