All Of The Time Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Conquered by ideals unattained
Her old skin with bright jewelry
Orthodox matzo
Unleavened New York

Flowers growing in Staten Island
Writer's driving old cabs
We need small circles
We need miracles

Nostalgia like old quilts
She dates the rotten apples
Glitches of the familiar safe
Change the white pieces for black

Meaning is a chance we take
His hearing aid acts up in restaurants
Existential morose hardening the heart
Self analysis like regulated addiction

Traffic lights and an old song on the radio
Art shops by Washington Square
Italian restaurants and her silk stockings
I like Greenwich Village in the fall

I think of her all of the time