Let’s meet on Canal to seance Pearl Paint
to remember what New York used to be
when Opening Day marked the ceremonial beginning of Spring
and we'd take our kites to the skies, flying hopes high
and lazily brunch along Columbus Ave.
What long years these few weeks have been
unarmored stepping into the void
watching a sleeping world from my kitchen window
alone with relentless sirens, an inferno of coronavirus
consumes the world, threatening a violent color
tinged with dyeing substance
boarded up galleries coated in fresh graffiti spray paint
the side effects of inhaling, city-wide lungs obturated
all we have are fumes, I’m dying to faint.