Ode to Spring in Auld Manhattoe

Arthritic trunks of city trees
wrapped in dirty gray ace bandages
in midtown, on 51st Street.

Bare branches with hint of bud,
light bent from big tall buildings,
gleam on golden sidewalks
of morning work-pace.

Somnambulent choreographies
with coffee and overcoats,
bagels from little street carts
or narrow delis,

Springtime Manhattoe
seen in the sunlight,
and cracked open doors
of pedestrian eyes
with lightened strides.