7597. VORACIOUS COMPATRIOT

VORACIOUS COMPATRIOT

We walked together, stalling time, over the hill

of lemon-lime. The triangle of moon-earth-and sky

was up above our heads. There was a dainty frisson

to each part of the moment. Some Cadillac guy with

his silver car drove by. He waved, at nothing really.

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Outside of this, most other things were the same :

balloon boys, a kid with a fake pistol, light-saber

kids, and a few straight mothers  doing their kiddie

tasks. The Hudson River was bowling boats, or

things running down, along its shiny face.

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How the world comes to these points, I'll never 

know. Forty years before, there was a boy's orphanage;

here, right on this spot. Now, just nothing but grass.

There's a writer who's written about this  -  I

almost forget, but I enjoyed the tense story. 

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'Motherless Brooklyn' was the name of that book.

It all coming back now -   Jonathan Franzen was the

writer. I remember. I remember. I remember things.