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03/28/12
Perfect Circle
This soothingly warm Friday, after breakfast at the Chase, You and I walk, cautiously, across the raucous intersection Of Kingshighway and Lindell boulevards —
A convergence of the city's once-stateliest streets, Burgeoning with the early-spring blossomings Of redbud, flowering-crabapple, and weeping-cherry trees,
Koreanspice viburnums, daffodils, tulips, grape hyacinths, Resounding with March's most melodious songs, From robins, sparrows, nuthatches, house finches, cardinals.
Now, exploring the northeastern reaches of Forest Park, We come upon something which we've only driven past: The surprising, astonishing Jewish Tercentenary Monument,
Commemorating the arrival of America's first Jews, In the Dutch colonial settlement of New Amsterdam — Today's Manhattan — around 1655.
After pausing here, in silent awe of our forebears, We stroll across West Pine Drive, head for Murphy Lake, Where my mother spent the days of her first pregnancy
Meditating while walking with me in her womb, talking to me, Sharing her deepest beliefs, infusing me with her creativity. You gently hold me, kiss the tears from my crying eyes.
Crossing Lindell, we enter secluded Westmoreland Place, Tune in to this noontide's harmonious solitude, A silence blooming with soft dogwoods and perfumed lilacs, The two of us stopping, periodically, to embrace, Savor the sensual symmetry of our joyous buoyancy, The sympathy of our kindred souls, jubilantly coalescing,
Until it's time to leave our timeless time together, outdoors, Cross Kingshighway, return to the Chase — A perfect circle we've traversed, to halo your birthday.
03/28/12
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