Every basement is flooded, New York

Henry Cherry
Featured image: untitled © Dylan Scillia 2019

There is pain. Pain is like
a kind of garden.

And how the garden runs to vine,
and withers back from there,

that is the path. A lunatic garden,
a green one, a government

procured bevy of beans and lettuce.
A place where dogs sometimes rummage,

sometimes leave their mark. A channel of
rows full of laughter, madness and decline.