New York Kneels On The Notice Board

Just marry the girl
with the top floor window
and remember you’ll never be her hero.

Stitch together what knowledge you have,
keep warm and silent, make a plan-
try and remember when it all began.

New York sits under wall lamp
New York kneels on the notice board
New York stands up for the lonely lovers
New York wipes the tears from the weeping mother,
lost now her child’s gone.

Forget about the girl
because windows hide heroes in plain view.
Burn the knowledge but save the stitches
sew up the knee and start again next winter.