Sunset Park

It took me years
To start dreaming in dollars
Which I do, at six forty-five,
As the clock radio goes off

Announcing that the Dow is up
So I get up as well
And ride my bike to Sunset Park,
Past Green-Wood Cemetery

Where, last week, our landlord buried
His old brother, a man I’ve never met
But who used to live in this house,
A life as real to me as fiction.

The October sun penetrating
Feather-shaped leaves of oak trees
Makes it look like early spring
Which, in a way, it is.

Young people sing of broken hearts
Later, you marvel at the generosity
You since birth have carried
In the vaults of your chest.

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  1. #1 by 1953flemming on October 23, 2015 - 4:37 pm

    Fint og letløbende. God stemning af efterår og modenhed (lige før man siger: “*og med et anstrøg af lakrids*”). Men du har ikke taget Dow i ed:

    “The U.S. stock exchanges are open from 9:30 a.m. to 4 p.m. Eastern time, Monday through Friday.”

    Esperanza y Suerte

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