By M.J. Tenerelli
I have a new baby and we live on the top floor
Of a brownstone on Henry Street.
To pass this frigid winter
We waltz on the brown carpet;
Flash past ice blossom windows
And clothes drying over the banister.
Beautiful boy with a newborn’s blue jewel eyes,
We swing between Sinatra and Rickie Lee,
Around and around the dining room.
It’s you and me and the snow
With roach traps; a rabbit quilt
And the husband daddy drunk
In another borough. Oh baby boy
I am waltzing us into something better
Though I’d swear right now
We were dancing in circles.