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Front Yard

                                                                  

Surrendering to pleasure's seduction, in our hotel bed,

Though we know we're supposed to meet your sister Denise,

In front of the fountain at Lincoln Center,

At as close to close to 11:30 as we can possibly be,

For lunch at a restaurant somewhere along Columbus Avenue,

You and I take our naked time,

Waking into an endless caress that blesses our flesh-upon-flesh.

 

By noon, the three of us have discovered Lansky's Delicatessen.

All week, you've been craving a tuna-fish sandwich with red onions —

A reminder of all those Sunday nights, in Brooklyn,

When your father, Murray, took everyone out, to his favorite deli.

Our conversation pivots on our recently completed visit to Judy's,

With Jim and Marlene, in Goldens Bridge —

Togetherness echoing the happiness of past Glatzer-family gatherings.

 

Now, on our own, again, we enter Central Park, at Columbus Circle,

Wend our way toward 65th and Fifth Avenue,

Where, mesmerized, we watch the Delcacorte Clock strike two,

Its six bronze animals circling a bell rung by monkeys.

Having passed the pond, children's zoo,

Strolling toward the lake, Loeb Boathouse, to wherever,

Embracing the wanderlust of this sunny, cool afternoon,

 

I gaze at the paved path, catch a glimpse of a green something.

When I reach down, with my superstitious-minded curiosity,

I find a twenty-dollar bill waiting for my hand to claim it.

"This fortune should let me keep pace with my grandiose fantasies

Of buying a top floor in the Time Warner Center, for us.

Let's check out of the Hilton, move in, this very afternoon,

So we'll always be close enough to the park to call it our front yard."

 

 

 

 

 

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