David Lehman

(June 11, 1948 / New York City)

January 31 (The Sky Is Crumbling...) - Poem by David Lehman

The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots
the wind blows in my face
so I duck into my favorite barber shop
and listen to Vivaldi and look in the mirror
reflecting the shopfront windows, Broadway
and 104th, and watch the dots blown by the wind
blow into the faces of the walkers outside
& here comes a thin old man swaddled in scarves,
he must be seventy-five, walking slowly,
and in his mind there is a young man dancing,
maybe seventeen years old, on a June evening --
he is that young man, I can tell, watching him walk


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Read poems about / on: june, mirror, wind, sky, january, shopping, dance



Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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