with little old barrios and Dominican babies and streets all adorned,
with love and loss,
it’s more than your typical suburb could ever afford.
The hum of the air conditioner in the summer rain,
out in the distance you heard freight aboard a train.
If you could hop it, and escape this place.
Bubbles floating down a subway grate,
while the Circle Line trudges through the East River. Oh my..
September 23, 2009...8:53 pm
Oscar Wilde knew better
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