Aesthetic Realism Looks at New York City: Poetry



Louis Dienes


Lunch Hour in New York

Trees, each with a shape,
However seldom noticed and related
To other shapes,
But there,
Sway in the wind
In Uptown Central Park
In early afternoon
In bright July.

Grass, green, with a fragrance,
With a softness,
Moves a little
And people are there on it or on benches.

It is lunch hour in New York;
The milk from containers, cool, is drunk,
The sandwiches and fruit are eaten;
The inertia feeling,
The full feeling, comes over the people
And they sit around and walk around
And lie around,
Their shapes in their clothing containing
Meaning in middle afternoon
In bright July.

Copyright 2008 by Louis Dienes