The New York State of Mind Rains

 

The New York State of mind rains

With windy flooded subway lines

Not the same going back to see

What is left of us and me

From a castle in a distant land

Torn apart by thunder grand

Lapping up on river shores

As driftwood in a Beaver dam

Broken, displaced, unsettled

Logs, branches, twigs and mud

Home for my offspring colony

Hunkered down for winter storms

Worn thin on  threadbare songs

Written on every leaf that falls

Swept away detachment

Minutes without passion pass for

A blind man at night with a lantern 

For others to see his passing 

Oct. 20, 2023