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'Five dollars, four dollars, three dollars, two,
One and none and what do we do? '
This is the worry that never got said
But ran so often in my mother's head
And showed so plain in my father's frown
That to us kids it drifted down.
It drifted down like soot, like snow,
In the dream-tossed Bronx, in the long ago.
I shook it off with a shake of the head.
I bounced my ball. I ate warm bread.
I skated down the steepest hill.
But I must have listened, against my will:
When the wind blows wrong, I can hear it today.
Then my mother's ...