Today's poem is by Albert Goldbarth


Ah, the soul . . . that taxi driver.
It carries us no matter when
and who. For example, New York:
there are the private schools and posh
Fifth Avenue day spas—and
the bodegas and after-parties.
So with the flowers. Some are closed
at night; and others are open only then.

Copyright © 2015 Albert Goldbarth All rights reserved
from Boulevard
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