White lights wrap around leafless trees
naked, exposed, shimmering bright
patrons walk in and out of stores
chimes behind them as they exit through doors
footsteps
one in front of the other
people synchronizing pace
to the rhythm of the hands they hold
clogs in the window, ninety-dollars a pair
girls in black working at Mac
under florescent lamps, in platform shoes
langere store down a flight of stairs
candy shop
soap fragrance curls around me
whispering a dialect I do not understand
a painted horse, life-size and lifeless
asks me to pet him but not ride
There ahead, brick building, dark inside
the Ram's Head
fall
oh fall
fallow me
to 23rd, and see the portrait of a culture
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