Checked my bag at Penn
kept my train slippers with me
a seat for this bench
Thousands of pigeons
converge on my snowbound lunch
squirrels steal behind
Yule tree in the arch
a cherry-picker trims it
park sparse in the cold
Washington Square Park
Poet, Dissident Culture Critic, and Medical Marijuana Enthusiast Undertakes a Long-sought Rite of Passage in an Almost Mythical North American Train Journey
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