a wood thrush

walked down 6th ave from west 33rd,

bubbling w hyper-commercialism,

all the way 2 west 3rd;

flat screens, delis, traffic,

horns honking, pizza,

burgers, tattooers, nail salons,

sirens.

made a left on west 3rd,

and a right on sullivan,

not a soul, not a car -

right there, in the middle

of nyc!

i stopped 2 hear the quiet:

tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee,

tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee;

a spring song.

suddenly a bubbling brook, salamanders

moss, maidenhair ferns, balsam firs and,

tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee,
tut, tut, oh-lay-oh-leeeee;

oh canada, so peaceful,

and in2 sacred chow.