TWO POEMS
COUNTRY SUNDAY
Sedately muffled feet
click across village asphalt
into black mouth
of steepled church
as impious cocks
cut the clean sabbath silence.
IN CENTRAL PARK
Along unkempt paths
puffy sparrows
fiddle with peanut shells.
Over endless asphalt
roller skates grind
cheerful.
On pond of puddly green
cardboard swans and quackleducks
parade,
as lozenge-like apartments
jostle flatfaced office fronts
from the rim of the sky.
