Hungry Ghosts
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Monday, May 19, 2008
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The Chrysler Building, as seen
from the end of a suffused, sun-setting
boulevard in Queens, is a mirage.
The old woman, the smile
stitched on her face, her eyes
blind to cross lights, is a mirage.
Tell me what I see, then.
A late afternoon collapsing in on itself.
Me, a willing cripple,
bowing toward the river of quick renewal.
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