Thursday, February 2, 2017

The gleaming-slick slide

The gleaming-slick slide behind the Carnegie Library in the city park by the fire station in the old hometown, is where I am now — not far from the merry-go-round, that tilted death-trap and leg-breaker, beckoning from its center of powdery ground. Sycamore-shade, old men wearing hats, sitting at tables, playing cards and dominoes. Friendly ghosts now, in this fine every-no-where of dream-hallowed ground. And in an instant — I’m down.

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