Sunday, March 21, 2010

804. TERRAZZO PEOPLE ARE COMING AT ME

TERRAZZO PEOPLE ARE
COMING AT ME

New geeks for modern people.
Not sure you did, not sure you didn't.
They make them in any old way nowadays.
Just this morning, in Morningside Heights as
the sun was new, I heard that woodpecker
banging on a tree. All the people around, not a
one looked up. The crooked, lame man, with a
crooked old dog, walked by me. Almost with
sorrow, I had to look. Across from me, on the
old sidewalk bench, a black man snoozed, all
wrapped in a filthy Winter coat and a filthy Winter
stench. Across his lap were two nasty plastic bags,
each filled with his wonders. I guess he hadn't
yet gotten the news : the world is changing ('even as
you snooze!'). The wild men were playing in the park,
as down below, past the cut through the rocks, the
Springtime league of Spanish ballplayers was right then
starting up. Bats and gloves and girlfriends and loves.
Just like that, the entire world returns to whatever it ever was.

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