Top to Bottom . . .
October: Rainy Dayflower Impressionism
(NYC 10 2016)
Clouds deliver rainwater to Manhattan today. Urban Autumn scenes inspire peculiar poetry. An asiatic dayflower (Commelina communis) reminds all of the blues of The Fall. Lines influenced still by the Wildflowers of the West Village . . .
The mountaintop,
Being a tip,
Sits lonely.
One who there sits,
Gets it in,
Obviously.
The plateau,
So wide,
So preferred;
Has lost its head,
Lopped off,
Clean cut, carved.
So,
Where is
The tip?
Is it lost,
Did it go,
Did it slip?
With masses
Beyond glasses
Glued to all them,
Here we are,
Not so far,
Near the bottom.
End
– rPs 10 21 2016
Wildflowers of the West Village 
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