STUYVESANT'S PEAR TREE
I'm standing as if lame at 13th and 3rd.
My lungs are here frozen and I can't breath
a lick. Right here was once Manhattan's oldest
living tree. 1664. Petrus Stuyvesant's pear tree.
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If I ever live that long, please let me know.
Knock on my head, or gather my drool and
throw it back in my face - something to know
by that I've weathered this storm in the
8 degree cold. Holy Hell, am I freezing.
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Why did I ever come here and live as a kid?
As a kid might, anyway - scraping the
sidewalk for nickels and dimes. Finding
whatever I could and stealing the rest.
Oh man, tell that old tree I've done my best.
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