Bowery Spring

I am visiting my grownup niece

where the deli slices the moon over Katz’s

and a monstrous insect in the shape of a garbage truck

heaves through sleepless streets, where

a while unlit candle in a jar guards burglar bars,

where a rusted ladder of sparrows

and one bold squirrel crosses the Lower East Side . . .

–excerpt from “Bowery Spring” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2011) available from


One response to “Bowery Spring

  1. Neat poem. Almost as good as the sandwich at Katz’s!

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