Scott Poole

I have never been to New York
but I imagine all New York women
having long hair, long hair
they are always combing,
thick hair that gets loose
and crawls down the skyscrapers
in the static of the afternoon,
past the anxious,
the arguments,
flying with reflections of angels
sifting through rising souls
to finally fall over the faces of bums
napping between
hot dog carts
and heating grates,
drifting down through
dreams onto their
stringless violins.

New York Women originally published in The Cheap Seats.
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