LAUGHING IN THE
FACE OF GOLD
The sensation is tiresome - like being
forced to read the same book, over and
over. Yet they still polish the ingots and
hope for more. Bedford Street feeders
stalk the old corner; walking aimlessly
trying to think. Some kid on a skateboard
darts quickly between a truck and a food
delivery bicycle guy. In the entry of the
building across the way, they've re-tiled
now the lobby. The gold mailboxes glisten;
the stairway is white, like marble. And
there's a massive and beautifully crafted
lobby lamp overhead inside. What a
difference the new look makes, if you
like strictly the new. For me, hard to say.
I favor the old in every last way.
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