At the South Entrance of Dakota Building in New York City
Trapped in the city’s traffic,
I looked up at the windows of Dakota building.
A white piece of tissue drifted about in the air,
As if the world were waving goodbye to John,
Again and again…
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You capture the tragedy of John’s death–need I say well?
Thank you. I tried to upload the photo I took of the moment but it does not show. Thank you for your comment and for sharing the sentiment with me.
Your poet’s heart is as wide-open as your eyes, so you capture these fleeting moments. Thank you 🙂
Thank you very much, Jennifer. I never knew him, was not even born when the tragedy happened. But my heart sinks every time I pass by the building.
So lovely with sadness.
Than you, Piper. 🙂
Touching, Nina. Really.
Thank you very much, Melva.