The Way Bushwick Was

The evening’s snare of drum
Merely were the neighbor-
hood’s gun shots accompanying
The spring of 6x6’s board
Which was a plank for some
Above Maria Hernandez Park
Off Knickerbocker & Starr
Where Dorothy’s tornado
Touched down with a ‘heehaw’
Leaving an unmarked car
On the seesaw The next morning
Terry might have spiked
His alarm clock A late night
Giving to the harsh wine and spliff-
fog of sunrise whereat the sausage
Seller was pinched pushing his push-
cart while whistling to the dogs and birds,
Communicating something like “oh boy!–

Have I got a prize.”

 
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