APPLECORE
The fat lady says 'This is Perth Amboy.' (I wished
she had sung it instead - then I could leave). As it
is, the old ferry slip, which I remembered from when
I was a kid, had been repainted but was then wrecked
anew by the storm. The nearby marina had been torn
upside down. Every boat on its side, wreckage and
ruin down the line - the old brick facade of a building
or two was just peeled and fallen down to the water.
One or two fancy ladies - however that happened -
were still coming into the yacht club. Diners must dine
and be seen and apparently their money already had
fixed up the place. Not much else could be said :
the magical lantern of device and desire,
working, as always, together again.
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