OCEAN PARKWAY
This is the place:
Where time seems to stand still
And only the clouds move above
To show those under the mercurial sky
That the weather is changing.
Decades ago:
I looked down from a window
In a building high over Ocean Parkway.
I can still taste my aunt’s sweet turkey dinner
On the day the red ripe cranberries rolled
Over my pink tongue.
That day:
On a bench,
The reader in a blue suit read his book
As a girl sat in a blue dress on another bench
And watched a rider pass on a blue bike
Going to a grey building down a shady road.
Now:
So many years later another face
Looks out of that same window and watches
An old man on a bench read a grey newspaper
As an old lady throws crumbs to feed pigeons.
In the rain:
A car passes going south and then
Slows down to a red light, a red light that
Only stops movement for a minute
A minute of time on Ocean Parkway.
Marjorie J. Levine © 2023
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