On the Avenue
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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