Two Poems

by Tom Pennacchini

Photo by Jack Finnigan

Plainsong


Wintry dusk astride the park bench
        (Precipitation looms)
Stare-up at skeletal tree
        Acorn loosens and comes down
I swerve and duck
        Acknowledging natures teach
Considering myself on point
         For now

Winged Ones


Bustling old fella dashing biddly bop by dressed to the nines
with briefcase stuffed under his arm equipped with fixed maniacal grin jabbering to himself while confirming his expressions
to an equally jazzed and jaunty westie he calls Ralph trailing exuberantly behind
let's me know
that there are actually still some living beings out there
to learn from

Tom Pennacchini is a flaneur living in NYC.