At the poetry reading in Bryant Park
only umbrellas clap the breeze,
Elephant Ears snap green.

We on wrought iron struggle to keep
our thoughts in our seats,
eavesdrop on sidewalk lovers
and spy legions
of lawn yogis.

In a flat voice, J's poems
wash pleasant tho' unenlightened.

The professor's translations prove
far more arresting than his verse.

Only D. is real.
She leafs through sexual poems
for a few not too
scorching for small ears.

At the mike, she shifts on high heels,
hair slapping her cheek-
words like pheromones.

A street lamp casts moonglow.
Atop the bronzed head
of William Earle Dodge
a pigeon muses.

At 9, we walk away
changed for better or worse
by play of words,
August breeze on bare arms-
not enough to douse the spark.

About the Poet

Linda Simone has found poetry magical since 4th grade. Her 15-poem sequence, "Stations of the Cross," included in the anthology, Alternatives to Surrender, was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Cow Tippers won the 2006 Shadow Poetry Chapbook Competition. Her recent work was included in the anthology, Lavanderia, and is forthcoming in Alimentum's Menupoems broadside, and in the anthology, Wait a Minute! I Have to Take Off My Bra. She lives and works in NYC.