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December 8, 2014

Tags: cousins, college, bench, coming of age

COUSINS: College, anyone?


Years have slipped by so fast
Since last I sat on a slatted bench
Under trees mangy as river rats,
The fat river sluggish ahead
Wrinkling under the blue
Manhattan sky
In spring.

Now and then I hear birds sing,
I hear them through the scream
Of sirens gambling with death.
Childrens' voices vanish past the playground's
Bent iron grid,
Into the rancid breath of city living,
Swooshing down silver slides,
Bundled against the treacherous temper
Of early March.

The past pecks at my mind.
It has scribbled lines across my forehead
And written no words between.
The past, like a dry September leaf
Has lost its flame
And free fall from the tree
In a little dust and crackle


  1. December 8, 2014 6:14 PM EST
    Wonderful. Happy Birthday
    - Sylvia Paisley-Gee
  2. December 9, 2014 1:18 AM EST
    GLORIOUS moi.. j'aime les feuilles mortes!!! ..qui se ramassent a la pelle...elles ont peut-etre perdu leur flamme, mais elees ont un je ne sais quoi!!- Bises- KBN
    - karen

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