Two More of My Poems

Two More Poems of Mine

Born in New York City

I was born among skyscrapers

before the twin towers fell

I rode a baby carriage like a chariot

As my mother pushed it through

Central Park--the grey outcrops of rock

green grass and the leaves of trees

danced before my eyes and the gentle

breeze made me smile.

I almost remember bird songs

and the Good Humor man's bell.

Childhood

Let me play in tar

And make mud pies for lunch.

I want to run on hot and humid days

And lie in the cool grass at night.

Remove the speck from my eye

With the corner of your hanky.

Tear the bandage off my knee

Then douse the scrape with iodine.

But do not put French braids in my hair

That pull my eyes toward my ears.

Let me keep caterpillars that will

morph into butterflies.

And fly away.