Sep 23, 2004 13:06
133rd street
between Booth Memorial and 57th ave
Flushing-Corona Meadows Park
Whitestone Bridge crosses the East River
where building roof-tops kiss
was where I became
a displaced [Jewish] boy
with curious brown eyes
astray in this new world
that is when
I learned
what it meant
~ to be alive ~
133rd street
a universe far different
from the sugar-coated shores
of
- 90265 -
because
here
fancy country clubs
and fast cars didn't matter
being different was normal
and I never wanted to leave
Misc NY Poetry by Richie Bauer Gonzalez
9/23/04