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on Riverside Drive above the

Hudson River a little girl drags

her long skirt along the dusty

sidewalk, an old couple stroll

by looking at the night slowly

climb into heaven and the air

smells like Spring. the benches

along the strip play host to the

city’s paupers, pampered dogs

exit the fancy buildings, a few

done up to show, and a kid in

a stroller loosens a huge smile

at the English boxer that licked

his tiny feet. by Grant’s tomb

on 122nd Street, a Jazz ensemble

is playing it right, a song people

know better than church, and

that jive about joy coming in the

morning seems true. tonight, the

old city lets us walk up to our waist

in dreams and to these delicious

charms we will return again to

translate inward sorrows into

honied peace.