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the future is the long sidewalk

with grandmothers pulling simple

wheeled grocery carts, kids playing

on the street, single mothers disappearing

in church, and Nuyorican youth trying

hard to please the old Irish priest’s God.

the future is quietly kneeling in the dark,

praying for fathers to hold their liquor each

Friday night, waking up for another day of

school, and leaving the classroom not saying

that sucked. the future is reaching for the

ones who are gone like a miracle crawling

from the flower garden on the empty lot

of the block with its own procession of

house birds. the future is a matter

of Spanish shouting in tongues, Angels

loudly clapping, time without so much

public strife, and the precious browning

of these streets. the future in a drop of

light, shows our lovely colored faces

on this block where nations meet—so I’ll

sit a little longer on this stoop watching

a new world spinning into shape.