Bryant Park
By Heidi Duncan Posted in Poetry on June 19, 2014 0 Comments 1 min read
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They break me
They break me

Those craggy old men throwing iron balls

They break me

Those sensual women with the brilliant skirts
Those sun-kissed, white-haired boy-children

They break me

Those bent-backed crones with the twisted fingers
Those slack-bodied businessmen enticed by the games
Those generous wide-palmed girls with the dreadlocks
Those birds audaciously stealing bread
Those trees rustling their downside-up skirts
Those breezes whispering secrets everybody knows
Even those dogs with the gregarious tongues

I am so
Brittle and
Dry,
Emaciated and
Dehydrated

This Park
In Midtown
At Midday
Teeming with
Saturated,
Thick,
Full-bodied
Life

Breaks me.


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