Modern Love Xxxv (Manhattan's White Flowers) Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

I always saw these
beautiful white flowers
blossoming in March,
as I walked the streets
of east Manhattan in my
garden. I strolled
from 77th to 92nd street
and Madison to 3rd avenue

This year, for some
reason it will be
in April,
This year, for some
reason it will be
in April, say the
tiny chickadees.

So, during this winter
let us meet during a storm
and after sitting
and observing
let us go down
to the wall street market
and see if we may sell
the snow we carry
on our hats and coats.

I always saw these
beautiful white flowers
blossoming in March.
This year it will be
in April, the tiny
chickadees remind us.

Ah, Federico, one must still
have strong legs to walk
by the butcher shop of the world.