willow moon pearce
Greenwich Village, March 2004 - Poem by willow moon pearce
It has to be a place to visit once in your life.
Changes have happened,
But it is still magical greenwich village.
Remember the names of Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg and
Jack Kerouac and the faded names, remembered
Now but for a few magical time they were here..
The numerous coffee and book shops
Attract me magnetically
As I read with my endless capuccino
In the morning light, the old sidewalks and streets
A memory of New York
I can almost see the spirits of Anais nin and Henry Miller
I think so, I hope so - I came here as a lover to an old friend.
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