I.
we step out on sky colored concrete
but the buildings say
"you aren't up here with us
your lines aren't straight
and our stone face is harder than your
headbutt"
but I imagine ridley scott
scouting locations in a huey ah-1
saying
this'll never do
fora mogadishu show down
and it's done
she slips her hand in mine
I wink
at the camera nestled in its lamp-post haven.
II.
she retracts
her hand expands back returns
a fist in my fist
my fingers cupped like pavement pothole
to her water
my pinky and thumb a metalic latch-hook
and our hip bounce can't separate
the fleshy feel of two people under the building
stares
the grass turns green
locked inside the park
III.
the corduroy man
jazz walks down columbia
hums some tune in time to his klondike hat
smiles a yellow grin
his eyes turned earthward
kate says sing me
something from fiddler
on the roof "if i were
a rich man" i begin and
the jazz man crickets corduroy legs
like ellington's bridge
Author notes
connecticut ave. and side streets, dc.
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I love your images,reminded me of taking a walk through random places,and noticing such events take place...
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It is often a movie..is it not? The unfamiliar place one can so easily see within the mind as a film set -- not quite ordinary real.
This is humanity...in a place that does not seem to fit ordinary humanity....but rather a set for that faceless horde set apart from love...and senses...and dreams.
And like all good films....humanity triumphs in a burst of song...a dream echoed in a singular voice against the hard lines of concrete reality. Eh?
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. i love 'sky colored concrete' ... yes its nice to read you again... my dad would roam the house on weekends singing if i were a rich man ... often he would break into that finger-clicking leg-lifting rhythm (slipping into the crossover into hava nagilla) .. enjoyed walking with you >>> Gina
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It's good to read you again.
and ..!
Fiddler on the Roof...
one of ... if not my all time favorite musical....
It's in the descriptives, that specific view you have..
that one that makes buildings and other inanimate objects seem as if they really 'are' in on things..
I hope you weren't expecting an intelligent comment.
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When confronted by a choice between intelligent or supportive, I think we should choose the latter at least 50% of the time. Considering how nicely you reinforce the small positive image I maintain of myself, I'll accept the comment joyfully - especially since you join in my love of Fiddler. I can sing at least a couple verses from perhaps six songs from Fiddler, while I can't seem to remember one verse of my own poetry. That should tell me something.
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Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
make me a match,
find me a find,
catch me a catch
matchmaker, matchmaker
look through your book,
and make me a perfect match
ah ....I love that story...
I remember the first time I saw the musical... on TV of course as we weren't exactly affluent.
I was captivated. Nothing's changed. I can sing a few verses from at least four or five, not well mind you, but then I never care about that when no one else is around
I agree... at least 50% of the time, maybe more.. I've no idea but it might be nice to find out.
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radiantly beaming...
Windy, you still got the snap, man. This is bomber fuzz fitted on a cotton hook and cast in simultaneous directions. if we weren't so sentimental, we'd burst with your description. I loved each section for its disconnection and coming-back-again purpose. oh, i wished i were in the rodeo selling cotton candy...
~ EZB
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I always liked how you take a day/moment/spot, anything really, of your life and make poetry of it. Feels like reading your personal notes, scraps of your journal and yet we can't touch it.
Loved part II
Mari
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my fella says all grass should be blue circle, which is a cement mix over here..... lolol
I do love the sounds in this Brian, and so good to see you posting again... we need more from your pen windyone.. you teach us how to pause and breathe through poetry...
i kinda like your singing too...
Gill.x
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"my pinky and thumb a metallic latch-hook
and our hip bounce can't separate"
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"the jazz man crickets corduroy legs
like ellington's bridge"
It's writing like this that put you on my first list of Poets that should be read often & well, Scribe. Acute visualizations & I loved the "hip bounce can't separate" line, especially. My late sweetheart always said we were "joined at the hip & heart". Very cool. 
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The myriad sights and sounds of the city, the smallness of people in realtion to the buildings, yet knowing buildings would not exist without us.
I'm swept along by the hands, the jazz man, Fiddler on the Rooftop, and a throaty song begun to a heart stealing lass. I've never seen Ellington's Bridge, but I see the "Brigge Across Forever" clearly from here.
If this is modernism, I'm all for it! You leave me smiling. ~ K
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