An Imitation of New York, Christmas Eve, 1947 by: Paul Mariani

 

Snow falling darkly in downtown central park

the harsh cutting whoop of late night sirens.

and down in the park, on an old, wooden bench 

a white haired man sits under a street lamp

with cool grey eyes

looking up at the brightly buzzing sun 

the color of Florida ocean light

 

he leans back in his seat,

 opens and closes his hands,

hands that will never know little fingers 

ever again,

cries.

 

Sand blowing coarsely in west palm beach

the gush and splash of child’s play

and the roar of ocean waves

and down by the water

a brown-haired man sits on a Bud Light towel

with teary grey eyes

watching the scarlet sirens taking his

8 year old boy away,

cries.

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