Greenwich Village Backyard
Out the backdoor or simply from one’s
The wooded corners still exist
We try to cover each and every crack with cement
Keep the earth covered
But here there are trees and bushes
A courtyard or an abandoned corner
of this miraculous earth.
What poet? – Did Edna St. Vincent Millay muse here?...
Or did Tom Paine sit under this tree?…
Did Washington walk here?...
Did a lord kiss his lady?...
Or a scullery mad hug her paramour?...
Did men work hard indoors and come outside to rest a
moment in the sun?...
To mark whose property was that fence nailed to that
Who owns this tree?...
Dare I venture here?
from ARRIVAL (Casa de
©2009 Mary Barnet
Bridge - Behemoth-Bash
Bish Falls Greenwich Village Backyards Central
Park The Escarpment