A Small Poem
My Daughter Visits New York City for the First Time


In a paperwad beercan scattered quarter lot
tucked behind rust fences
in the Lower East Side

a rat leaps among skeletons of dead dandelions
in bright morning light

my daughter says: Look,
a little field mouse
running through the flowers.

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