Sonnet One

Late forties 80th ‘tween Lex and Third

Fruit wagons coal chutes All Souls sunlight sweet

Hall monsters third floor window hurdy gurd’

Tossed pennies wrapped in paper on the street

Bologna snacks at Mr. Popper’s shop

The Harlem-bound El rumbling overhead

No tickie gets no shirtie from Sam Hop

Upon such snapshots memories are fed

We moved away when I was five years old

The loss I tossed off then now seems so deep

The trails I try to follow are so cold

I wonder what it is I cannot keep

Then turn and watch thought castles Nietzsche made

Slip by slip way slip down the slope and fade

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