Saturday, April 24, 2010
And now, a poem
Along the avenue in our part of Queens
storefronts and buildings are closely aligned.
Was it sleight-of-hand or some other means
that caused this landscape to be redesigned?
I can’t read the signs as I walk down the street;
they’re in languages I don’t comprehend;
the old and familiar are not there to greet;
perhaps I’ll find something around the bend.
So I wonder today, as a tongue-in-cheek inquisitor,
Is this my neighborhood or am I merely a visitor?
Trudy Eichen in the NY Times