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Poem: I Remember


I remember a Sunday
winter in the Bronx
the barren streets
enveloped by a bitter cold sky
a grey blanket covering
our apartment buildings
I remember the wind
cutting through the alleyways
whipping across the elevated train tracks
lifting falling swirling passing McArdle’s bar
the cutting wind issuing a drunken howl
before turning the corner
The barbershop pole of colored stripes
whirling red white and blue
the sweetshop awning
flapping fiercely
Joe’s shoe repair sign
creaking back and forth
I also remember so clearly
on that Sunday afternoon
snapping Liz’s picture
as she stood in close-up
facing the wind

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