these are American bars
water-sealed tung and groove soft pine flooring
cherry and walnut
trimmed and raised and polished
to fit
sharp political elbows
menopausal breasts
calloused palms
dishwasher soap-etched glass
slides as steins
illicit melamine ashtrays
filled with chewed toothpicks
stiff paper made-in-china
japanese umbrellas
lime green and magenta plastic swords
track sheets, folded, scored
silver dust of faded scratch off dreams
look, here even the sun abandons
clouds hang without feature
dark frames to dark dreams
a day only the sky remembers
still life with bottles
abstract walk
over there Morocco meets the great white way
and Borgart stands silent watching Ireland
and there on Greene Street
Heroes left
the waving rainbow dissipated and
blew away to Bank Street
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