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Springtime in New York

Springtime in New York

New York’s a glorious place
In the spring
Why would anyone split
When the leaves are so green
To go sit like a mouse in a house
And chew cheese, yes
And New York’s so nice
With the breeze through the trees
And the gold-dotted starlings who peck
With their beaks
As the violet pigeons all preen
In the streets
And you won’t see shells
Slicing children apart
Just cars crushing kids
Two or three times a week
And you won’t see children in jail
By the border, just ICE by the courthouse
As so many do,
you can look away too,
And like them can say
That you just never knew
As the ice sheets collapse
And the green parrots flew
Through the streets and the trees
Of New York in the spring
In 2019

 

Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and adjunct professor. He lives in New York City and can be reached at elliot.sperber@gmail.com and on twitter @elliot_sperber

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