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FIFTY-TWO YEARS AGO...
Waiting for my parents
to leave for their party,
all dressed up, my mother’s heels,
my father’s cologne, the anticipation,
the apartment finally
mine,
a good store of Oreos and Malomars
laid in,
I await the crowds, Times Square, the Countdown,
the Ball Drop,
1960,
first new decade I can recall,
mysterious epic event, seismic solar
system shift, seemingly,
and who could have guessed what would come,
so much bigger,
panoramic,
kaleidoscopic
than anything
that little b & w
TV could contain.
December 31, 2011