Thanks Mitchel; a beautiful poem even if one does not know the park. I sat on almost all its benches from spring to fall and watched the world go--your poem speaks to me perhaps even more because of those memories. Kamran

On Sat, May 28, 2011 at 4:18 PM, Lauren Linda <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
Thanks for the evocative poem; it took me back.

On Sat, May 28, 2011 at 1:49 PM, Mitchel Cohen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

In Washington Square Park

Like invisible ink
encoded in our genes
Spring, irrepressible,
suddenly emerges
baked in the sun. Global
warming, tornadoes, nukes,
imperialist wars,
collateral damage
for a few minutes slip
out of mind, out to sea
with bin Laden’s body
and Fukushima’s rods.
We have too few moments
uncluttered. Remember
how joyous life could be?
Recharge those batteries,
chase those metaphors down
bleached trails of consciousness,
bared thighs, short skirts, flashing
like hawks above the park.
I sit here soaking up
the sun unrecognized,
eyes opened wide, sparkling,
decoding messages,
invisible -- this park,
this Washington Square Park,
on the edge of Summer.

- Mitchel Cohen
May 27, 2011

Ring the bells that still can ring,  Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack, a crack in everything, That's how the light gets in. 
~ Leonard Cohen