‘The Cherry Blooms in Central Park’ and Other Poetry by Peter Agnos The Society June 8, 2015 Beauty, Humor, Poetry 1 Comment The Cherry Blooms in Central Park In Central Park the cherries now Are hung with blooms along the slough, And stand around the reservoir, Pink and white Spring avatars. Now of my three-score years and ten I’ve outlived many better men; I’m over-the average hill by five…. I wonder why I’m still alive. To gaze at cherry trees in bloom One hundred years seems little room– Maybe one will whisper in my ear The meaning of the changing year. The Brown Dog Tried to Cross Sixth Street The brown dog tried to cross Sixth Street on his little padded feet; A Ford hit him! Squashed him flat_____. So for that dog: that was that. He’ll never cross Sixth Street again. He’ll cross no streets at all. He’ll gnaw no more on chicken bones nor pee against the wall. BOW-WOW, BOW-WOW, BOW-WOW, WOW, WOW(2x) He’ll no more on a lamb-chop chew, Nor trip the mailman’s feet. Nor drool on the New York Review, Nor squat on Seventh Street. He’ll swim no more off Coney Isle, Nor jog in Central Park, Nor scan the crowd for a wayward smile Nor at policemen bark. BOW-WOW, BOW-WOW, BOW-WOW, WOW, WOW(2x) He’ll never wag his tail again; He’s finished with life’s farce. He’ll no more shake his grungy mane, Nor lick a puppy’s arse. The brown dog tried to cross Sixth Street on his little padded feet; A Ford hit him! Squashed him flat_____. So for that dog: that was that. BOW-WOW, BOW-WOW, BOW-WOW, WOW, WOW(4x) Related Post ‘The Oddity’ and Other Poetry by Mark Stevick The Oddity My pen and me set off to sea but washed up feeing useless; the cadent swell invoked a spell and story of Odysseus. While... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Daniel June 8, 2015 “The Cherry Blooms in Central Park” — very nice work! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.