Church Avenue Q train station, Jan. 18th, 2014
She is the sister of Benita, one of my wonderful former students. She is only 18. Hope for the future. An art student. We were meeting to film a dance troupe on the Q. Eight degrees, ninety minute wait, outdoor station. This poem was a bonus.
Title! It’s SO Cold!
Benita, Madeline and I
Standing, waiting, reuniting.
Old Acquaintances, new strangers.
Striped tapes along the chilled street,
Gum pressed amongst the sole of my feet,
Church Avenue, 9:19, Empty.
I wish my back didn’t feel like I was 90.
Youth, quickly passing, the cool tempered
Swish of the subway, the slowly paced bus.
I was told to write the poem, but I
think I’d rather dance. I was told I
should reveal, but I think I’ll tell a tale.
9:19, Empty, Church Avenue.
“Are you OK for time?” “Do you have a cat.
NO, NO, NO Cat, nor Dog, only
4 overgrown children.