Laughing, we looked up

Central Park. Photo by Rick Stachura. February 21, 2020.



the moon is crisp 

(a vacant spool)

whose sinews, white

have left their drool

on choppy clouds who keep their cool

despite their ties effacing


the sky is dark

(a cluttered room)

whose night lights skip

and then resume

their fluttered path where wind’s a broom

that sweeps the lines they’re chasing



Words by Rick Stachura. “Laughing, we looked up.” August 28, 2002.

Photo by Rick Stachura. Central Park from 5th Avenue and East 62nd Street. February 21, 2020.



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