IMOGENE
Perhaps Imogene has lost
her way amongst the normal
headers. A handbag, and such
pretty shoes? A very nice skirt
among manners rude: the other
world applauds at something,
distant. Mesmerized, I cannot
look away.
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'The First National Bank of
Newark,' the sign reads, ghosted
back to life by the Summer's
rain which has darkened the
building. It's not been used,
since 1974, as a bank.
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Broad Street now tries to beckon,
all these years, with Black people's
discount houses : nails and phones
and radios and recorders, wigs and
falls, sneakers and shawls. The old
dead debris of a rank poverty.
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Too bad how this has happened.
The Guardian State has let loose
its reins where it does not wish to
steer any longer. Anarchy and
ignorance are sometimes close
relatives to disorder.
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Imogene never loses her head;
just walks straight on instead.
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