Noon moon,
city sidewalk
a gyro draped in aluminum.
The child holding his coat
aloft by one arm is held
aloft by one arm.
Park leaves breaking into color.
Two blind men
compare dogs.
Even the old dog
in snow
wonders at its breath.
The cow under dogwood
is the glove
nuzzling away the hoarfrost.
Blinded by the first flakes
the ambulance
cries for what it carries.
Early workaday. Two women
recognize each other revolving
through revolving doors.
My hands under
the cubicle lights.
Autumn? Spring?
Nights at the Advertising Firm
Quarter moon over
the Empire State Building,
unbranded.