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September 3, 2007
The Artificial End of Summer
A blank azure hammock above the empty city marks the end
of this manmade end-of-summer day. Among the surprises, this
holiday: crepitating crickets sound bushes into countryside;
and countless little infant-stares of floral eyes; and stalking herds
of geese, touring vacant fields. A mid-distance clutch of yellow-
lashed Van Goghs says: Look into any deep brown sworling lens
and smile! while just beyond, a black-and-yellow tug chugs
a beeline for the giant blooms, and disappears in nectar.
Below sits someone on a bench in fading light, half-hidden
in pine and yarrow. Head bent, still as bronze, absorbed in lore
or sorrow, she fails to note those spoils. And yet one more, afar:
a sudden shining sail blade slowly slices through the old facades
of newsprint-dingy factories, the ragged coast of Hoboken
and Jersey City's shore of erstwhile industry.
Posted by Jane on September 3, 2007 6:00 PM


