Shadow of the Tower

 

In the shadow of the Tower

just beyond the Circle,

practicing Tai Chi in Central Park

as Bennie, Zoe, Liz, Adams,

broadcast tales of criminal corruption.

Empty wine bottle on nearby bench

proclaims last night’s comradery,

debauchery while other creatures slumber.

Brazen little brown mouse

scampers between our feet

asking for some reciprocity,

some quid pro quo.

“How about I don’t crawl up your leg,

you drop me some food.”

We play in Central Park,

home to mobster mice,

guarded by monuments to evil men.