For PP--each in our neighborhood's jungle
To be smoking reefer
& sipping a beer
on a hot stoop
cooling our heels
is one of the more sublime favors
bestowed in this concrete womb
of a city amidst the squalls
of summertime heat.
Poems are squeezed
from the sewers;
love is laced
in this Petri dish
of hard won escapes.
Each other's dreams
drips down the sticky legs
of denim & popsicle sticks.
You live within
windowsills of fame
and home has become
a bed of thorns.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018
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