When I walked into the Teacher’s Center
Doyle sat on the couch
eyes closed.
When I plopped down next to him
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that Kansas passed a law
endorsing intelligent design
and not long after reading the article
eighteen inches of snow hit Brooklyn
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I walked into Navin’s room
my sister’s son from her first marriage
which ended after eleven years
because Herbert refused
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At 52 Minnie Weiss needed love
to be loved
perhaps more than any woman
I’d ever known
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“To make a long story short
we’re both losers, ” said Harry Jacobs
sitting on the couch
in the Teacher’s Center.
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After Mona stated I would never be the man for her,
she got rid of me.
I wrote twelve love poems in her honor
did no good, some heroic and published poet from France
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As I chatted with Frank Freeborn on the Pier
I heard, “Bernstein, you old flabbergastor.”
I’d know that voice anywhere, Melvin Losy
taught English at Spinoza HS for eight years
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Cool metal of blue dawn
the sunny day yet again summoned
into the terror of
shrieking shadowy crows
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I awoke for my ritualistic
journey through Coney Island
air humid, heavy, ponderous
first gliding along Mermaid Avenue
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When I left Brooklyn
for the Rochester Institute of Technology
I’d thought
no more
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