3404. DIAMONDS

DIAMONDS

She is viewing a weather map over the land; watching

as that green blob of rain moves over the Alleghenies  -  

watching, for no reason at all, what I can sense to be

anti-climactic for sure. Her delicate diamond hands

trace a line along across the screen. To show me a

something or other. I want to mention, as her hand

passes over, that I once lived here, I once lived there;

curiously, beneath that green blob signifying rain.

Now, I don't know how I live in this world at all.

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Once, a long time ago, I lived beneath a bridge.

The bridge ran over the Kill Van Kull; across

the way, at all hours in those dark, drear' days

ran river traffic of tankers and tugs, steamers and

scows. Everyday, there were things being towed or

salvaged, old ferries being taken to rest, bent tankers

to be washed out to sea. Above my head ran the lines

of the bridge, as everything, through the Narrows

was silently dragged out to sea.
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I don't know how I live in this world now at all.