Kamikaze leaves dive
And attack our blanket
Dying sudden deaths,
Finding no soil
Only slate gray cotton,
The same color as the sky
When the clouds blot out the sun
And she is beautiful
A hot breeze warming bare shoulders
She watches children play barefoot in grass
It's 3:47 and I realize we haven't eaten
In days
Acrid cigarette smoke is what she uses
To curb hunger
While the smell of the East River
Is enough for me