... word from the East Village

... word from the East Village

you asked me how things are.

I now live in a quiet, even for

a ghost town, streets walked

by the masked, all keep their

distance.

There are still the noise makers

and air breathers, mask sneerers.

There are no readings to attend,

books to buy, the Libraries

now empty rooms.

Yet the parks oasis upon oasis.

Still to enjoy the great Elms, the

summer bird migration and that

chance of catching a darling bird

with a shutters click.

Then home to walk my hallways,

read my own books, then sit before

this one eyed God, who lets me

share with ones too far away.

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peter radley

Photos by peter radley