Teeter-Tottering on Leather Shoes

Open eyelids
onto closed fields.
Walk down city streets
between jackrabbit legs,
savoring the fresh air
when a hat is tipped to the sun.

The city is littered with wet leaves
that try to slip us up
until wings of a feather
dissolve into the furry air.

Ferociously towing up wrecked sidewalks,
pushed and pulled,
my heart lays silently still
onto a NYC corner street
trying to resuscitate a dead firefly.