R.I.P. Harvey Shapiro:
On my desk are the bills from the living
and in my sleep are the bills from the dead.
“Emptiness is the mother of invention”
says my fortune cookie. July 23, 2010.
Brooklyn. I walk in the slow rain,
never less accomplished, never happier.
Why should I doubt the world has meaning
when even in myself I see mysterious purposes.
A crow drops down for a moment,
black, rabbinical garb, croaking Kaddish.
Published on January 09, 2013 18:03