Angeline
Poet Chick
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- Mar 11, 2002
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Cadwalader Park
green swath pouring
unruly through the gray city
smells like grass
Childhood smells like grass
sweat, strawberry ice cream
dribbles stuck to dirt-grimed fingers
that touch the chill silver
of the safety bar
separating little girls
from metal mesh
and clown sad faces
of the pungent monkey house
In the pit the ancient ageless
bear ignores taunts thrown
in reedy voices but sniffs
licks orange popsicle wrappers
eats the sticks
I rode the swamp angel
I danced small red Ked steps
to big music in me
green swath pouring
unruly through the gray city
smells like grass
Childhood smells like grass
sweat, strawberry ice cream
dribbles stuck to dirt-grimed fingers
that touch the chill silver
of the safety bar
separating little girls
from metal mesh
and clown sad faces
of the pungent monkey house
In the pit the ancient ageless
bear ignores taunts thrown
in reedy voices but sniffs
licks orange popsicle wrappers
eats the sticks
I rode the swamp angel
I danced small red Ked steps
to big music in me
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