By | 1 May 2014

The first time I saw
the building
was from the hop-on hop-off bus
glimpsing Strawberry Fields
as we headed for 9/11
& the Soup Nazi
I looked for Yoko
with a shopping bag
and was disappointed

This time I walked through
Central Park dodging nannies
Designer Dogs
Yummies doing knee bends
leaning on prams

were having photos taken
on a mosaic mandala
Shrine with the title
of his song inlaid

Early autumn
Winter nowhere on the horizon
it was impossible
to imagine a psycho with a gun
Wonked brain going
for a blood-splattered run
Letting it right off the leash

A John lookalike was playing
his twangy thang
A blackbird flew out of it

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