Two small poems and I'm going to end with a long poem.
This is called "The View from the Roof, Waverly Place."
"By accident, I gaze at these two young guys
standing on the roof across from my office window.
A moment, otherwise, theirs.
They watched and listened to the Sixth Avenue.
They talk.
They have time in their lives for a smoke.
Then the one on the left loops his arms
around the other's shoulder, my buddy, my buddy.
They have a quilt of lives.
Spread below them, the cool thrill of looking down."