It sweeps away depression and today you can't tell the heaped pin-white cherry blossoms abloom along Riverside Drive from the clouds above it is all kerfluffle, all moisture and light and so into the wind I go past Riverside Church and the Fairway Market, past the water treatment plant and in the dusky triangle below a hulk of rusted railroad bed a single hooded boy is shooting hoops It's ten minutes from here to the giant bridge men's engineering astride the sky heroic an animal roar of motors on it the little red lighthouse at its foot big brother befriending little brother in the famous children's story eight minutes back with the wind behind me passing the boy there alone shooting his hoops in the gloom A neighborhood committee must have said that space should be used for something recreational a mayor's aide must have said okay so they put up basketball and handball courts and if it were a painting or a photo you would call it American loneliness Copyright © 2017 Alicia Ostriker. Used with permission of the author. |
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