PERTH AMBOY
The smoke at sunset drives
a red light back at the sky -
a dust convergent, at ease,
with all things. The Spaniards
are walking the beach.
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Men play soccer with passion
here, while the tennis courts are
empty. The Greek church, too,
sits lonely. This has become, after
all, quite a continental town.
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The bakeries here are for real.
Along the faint wisp of the water
rides the dim shadow of two
old bridges - something once
connected to a distant land.
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The landscape is fading away.
The murmur over the land is
now of a foreign tongue; a
very foreign tongue indeed.
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