THE FUTURE SAVED OUR LIVES
Salad days, indeed. These streets have
been walked before yet only now can
I credit their meaning to anything
meaningful. My dog, long ago, came
from 46th Street. Oh, Katka, for which
I am grateful. That dog is gone now,
long already by days and months, but
I still mourn the day she passed away.
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A long row of brownstone housefronts;
most each with old, small, iron fences.
Where I first saw all of this. Heart that
jumped. Paws that kissed.
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