ESSEX FELLS
No, it's not just here; not Montclair either.
The train-station speedball powder puff runs;
and it's still a 1920's world. Which is why I like
the slowness : the black guy shuffling like a daisy,
seeking out the bagel shop where the two women
with the big hats, coming from church, have just
stopped in. They sit down, stump-stooled after
their orders, with coffee and lots to talk of.
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Everywhere I look, it's churches - here and there,
a steeple and a hill, a walkway and an entrance.
Even the library windows have their stained glass
graces, and angels are flying from the parapets.
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This thin world hides nothing - like veins showing
under thin white skin,. I can trace the path and see
the direction of everything. There's wonder and grace
just about everywhere now, and I find myself,
sometimes, being a blessed man for living on.
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