The Plant Ladies

I was sent to my room to think things over
So I sat with white dog
On a ledge
Twenty stories high in golden haze
Concrete belfry
Breathing black oxides from the East River Drive
Watching the turd-eating seagulls dive.

Periodically a maroon Cadillac passed
Under my window and tooted
It’s Now or Never into the wind.

Friend Dorothy on the eleventh floor
Had all the best shrinks
Gurus
Five brilliant husbands
And a C-R group
But she never got solved either.
Stacked together in a dead-faced totem we
Stared west at the Statue of Liberty.
There was no choice.

But Burpee Seeds saved us.