New York City. 14 evocative poems by Margaret Wilmot.
«In sneakers and singlet he smiles sprinting by.The narrow housefronts flush, grow warm.
Children on a stoop talk rules to a game, pointing out
sidewalk trees, which, thickly green, give off
a breath of summer, and day’s end. Lime-green
a woman slices over to the cafe, all glass, all reflection
as a red sun burns down to the horizon...»
Claus: sun, light, windows