Healthy again, springs new bricks.
Damp December finds elbow-patched
Yarmulke-wearing doctors running from
Paca to Greene Street. Gulls and sparrows
Spin, weighted by rain. A cane

Taps the ground in front of your left
Foot. Silent Camden reminds me
You saw the O’s in ’94. Ruben left
For San Diego, but Waters laps it up,

Records moving postcards, driving
Most locals batty, while family landmarks,
Those spinning plastic windmills, spin.
Blue flamingoes, pencil-thin mustache style,

Dot the row-houses behind
Three-foot chicken-wire fences.
Three photographs reflect orange
Snow fences. No snow yet this
Year. Warm December lights flicker.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1999. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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