Issue 71, Fall 1977
The Plant Ladies
I was sent to my room to think things over
So I sat with white dog
On a ledge
Twenty stories high in golden haze
Breathing black oxides from the East River Drive
Watching the turd-eating seagulls dive.
Periodically a maroon Cadillac passed
Under my window and tooted
It’s Now or Never into the wind.
Friend Dorothy on the eleventh floor
Had all the best shrinks
Five brilliant husbands
And a C-R group
But she never got solved either.
Stacked together in a dead-faced totem we
Stared west at the Statue of Liberty.
There was no choice.
But Burpee Seeds saved us.