Manhattan Return
1
I arrived at LaGuardia,
entering its new airport.
An Uber driver
tried to scalp me big-time.
Manhattan is stuffed
with UN meeting
filled with charlatans begging
and climate preachers preaching.
2
Strolling the Big Apple bedrock,
I found fewer big city
souls side-walking there.
Fear is the city’s new ghost,
almost palpable.
My cab rides
tidal waves of traffic.
So slow,
a woman in a wheelchair
passed us in Times Square.
I used to love the
home of Walt Whitman,
now it’s almost unrecognizable.
Vacancy signs in half of stores
3
I felt like a 78 year old
Huck Finn yesterday
with a hole in my pants.
A confused Midwestern
in an strange land
today.
Steve Hein
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