Sep 26, 2007 09:34
mid-september apple cider
union square
a couple speaking their native
slavic tongue hear japanese
for the first time and feel
frightened and at home
the former citizens of tent city
set up camp on new wooden
benches, cassette tapes of the
blues play while they speak in tongues
a young man in a red vest
hands out a packet that reads
prayer changes things, but passes
over the jingling coffee cup
all the while
a child has climbed
a tree, sits there reading
writing, listening
the city of men and the
city of god are not such
distant destinations
prada bags, tibetan bowls,
coin coffee cups, ella fitzgerald
out of a 1986 stereo and the
mumblings, prophecies of ave b's
evictees play in a cage symphony
salvation is like luck,
dictated by the weather,
which ties the hands of god.
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super first draft.
fall 07,
poetry