Gertrude Stein sits on an oblong dairiaire watching ice melt in New York’s late winter…a change of season comes much too soon….Thanks Dow Chemical…..Thank you Exxon Mobil. …

Pictures are taken….as always…Manhattan’s architecture ignored….selfies shot by pretty things….girls not knowing Gertrude….neither dolled-up boys….Thanks? don’t count on it….

And….tucked away in a book-bag….a collection of words written by Langston Hughes…..The Waldorf still fumes….words hit the mark…

Is he remembered?….is anyone really…..Poems and stories and drunken tales and draft after draft after draft….written out in ink….finalized on a Smith- Corona. …

Gertrude…..Langston…..thank you….New York still has some culture….