On the Avenue

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Rhina P. Espaillat

On the Avenue

 

      I said to God (It was a windy day
      and we were waiting for the light to change
      on Fifty-Ninth Street, where black coaches wait
      for tourists, and dejected horses pay
      little attention to the passing scene)
      I said to God, “Look at these creatures: fate—
      that is, Your will—stranded them on the . . .
      . . . . . . .
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