Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Poetry Fusillade, pt 20: May 6, Afternoon
The places she loved
Are all gone now:
The house on Wooster Street,
An apartment with a loom,
Her father's stone house,
And a nation, state, and village
On the Crimean Sea.
Old, helpless, angry,
She rages in a housedress
Pursued by three daughters
As I stand watching
In New York, still
A city of brilliant moments.
