Bryant Park Lunch-time in Spring

Susan Brennan

Jugglers. They’re everywhere.

Bright red pins flipping in the park.

See how easy it is to move everything?

How easy one thing replaces another?

We were the baby parade of yesteryear

Now we see: the window washer has not improved his art,

The begonias thrive, wreath around the library steps

The junkie looks for pot to ease his nerves

Pigeons cruise third story

And poop on the fashion industry

Black and blue wheels map the city streets

The young sink in their twitching beauty

Cell phoned ears and wired to a pulse –

What is it to be unhappily perfect?

Someone speaks Portuguese unaware

Of red arrows and steps right into the path

 

Susan Brennan is a poet, screenwriter and activist. Her poems can be found in her chapbooks and book, Blue Sirens (Dancing Girl Press), numinous (Finishing Line Press), and Drunken Oasis (Rattapallax Press) and various publications. She curates poetry programming (WanderWord) at Wilco’s Solid Sound Music Festival, MASS MoCA. With a circus-arts company, she co-produced and staged her poem Chromoluminarism about Georges Seurat’s final painting (RGB NYC). She has written film scripts, a one million hit plus award winning web-series, pitched film stories, and co-produced a short film, of which have premiered at Austin, Venice and Tribeca Film Festivals, as well as a screening at MoMA. Being a part of Lotus's Spring Clover Edition has her feeling sassy through and through. See what she’s up to at www.tinycubesofice.com.

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