Saturday, October 15, 2011
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears.
1968
215th Street and 10th Avenue
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