Where is there
More auspicious
A place stuck
Than the center
Of Flatbush
Saturday
What delivering alternator
Charges
These Whitman lanes
Joined as wheels
Over Canarsie trails
Hurtling then stopped
Then hurtling
East to bays
West to rivers
All as tides
Look out! Look out!
The 99 cent store
Has gone!
The wig seller
Hawking his
False heads
Will have
To hand- truck it along
Down 4th Avenue
A ways past
The fate of car washers
Barely hanging
At their exit
The stages of vagrant
Speculation
Flux their muscle
Until that directed day
A promenade is fixed
To be sold as well
Detailed
And soon- made
Bound
Sand made stone
Quits the churning
Asphalt lurch
Obsolete as tar
Haunted
By dinosaurs
Screeching
To be braked
For sprinting
Is there a test
That I can run
Auspicious
On Flatbush
Saturday
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2014
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