How odd to be him, here in this place of fierce
thoughts and solid fur.
All the best games in the sun, the cold windy bars
keeping us tight from one another.
She says “look up” I see long necks with spotted
long lashes eating from trees.
Bears with paws settling down into the pounce
and fear of our million looking faces.
It is much easier, I answer, to be him,
here in this place sneaking between blades of grass,
cigarette foil, broken glass.
There are cages with stripes, wide eyes, shouts
and warnings, pellets of food between their toes.
The squirrels have all the best views.
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Amy Soricelli has been in the field of career education and staffing for over 30 years. A lifelong Bronx resident, she has been published in Grub Street, Camelsaloon, Versewrights, The Starving Artist, Picayune Press, Deadsnakes, Corvus Review, Deadbeats, Cantos, Poetrybay, The Blue Hour Magazine, Empty Mirror, Turbulence Magazine, Bloodsugar Poetry, Little Rose Magazine, The Caper Journal, CrossBronx, Long Island Quarterly, Blind Vigil Review, Isacoustic, Poetry Pacific, Underfoot, Picaroon Poetry, Vita Brevis, Voice of Eve, Uppagus, The Long Islander as well as several anthologies. Her chapbook is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press, Summer 2019. She was nominated for Sundress Publications “the best of the net” award 6/13, and recipient of Grace A. Croff Memorial Award for Poetry, Herbert H. Lehman College, 1975.