Spring '13 TOC
Click, and then another,
The wing door swings open
Small light,
We all knew, in one way or another
The horse steered left
Near the fence - & head on with the dark
Other side is a row of rental spaces
Emptied, forlorn in week-old dirty snow
Nothing new about this
Except that more businesses are failing
& with a frequency unheard of ten years ago
This is not just a cycle
The times that were changing & remained the same
Are eerily similar
In that we still walk around with lowered heads
Across pavement that looks the same
Muttering insults & worries
Into the wind the same as our grandfathers
Only the Hasidic kid on the other end of the block
Bears witness to the
Bells ringing from behind his eyes
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