What words are worth

It all depends
on the time
and the place
a context a language
for all seasons
for all moments
for all emotions

Crossing the Brooklyn Bridge
on a sweltering day
heading into Manhattan
picking up some of the vibe
of Walt Whitman
of Frank O’Hara
of Jackson Pollock
and Willem de Kooning

and memories of you
and your desolate life
the fantasies you chase
the abuse you suffered
as a child and all the dreams
that time has swept away
and the lovelessness
in which it has left you

John Lyons

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