Poetry by Betty Farber
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I watch the world go by on First Avenue;
Not just mothers and fathers pushing prams, But skaters, scooters, runners, A juggler magically moving a ball in the air, A couple carrying home sections Of a table they just bought, He with the legs, she with the tabletop. And crossing First Avenue, on a ninety-degree day All of the city in sweltering heat, A tall, handsome man, naked to the waist Wearing only a pair of khaki shorts On his beautiful brown body. We greeted each other. Strangers no more. I wished him “Good Morning!” “Hi Mama” he answered, And gave me a thumbs up. I said, “Beautiful Day!” and it was A beautiful day on First Avenue!
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AuthorBetty Farber lives in New York City. She is a great-grandmother of six. Archives
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