Subway  ©

we rode the number two

subway to Manhattan to

walk in Central Park, ride

the carousel, walk along

Fifth Avenue to see Saint

Patrick’s Cathedral and 

leave the Bronx Streets

behind.  we saw lots of

white faces, well dressed

people, foreigners with 

fancy cameras on tour 

and taking pictures at 

Rockefeller Center. we

talked while making our

way to Bryant Park to see

the lions at the entrance of

the New York City Library

of Carmen Julia who got

strung out with her dealer

boyfriend and perished on

a filthy rooftop from too

much dope shot into a vein

on her skinny arm. we talked

about how everybody on the

block was a cousin, brother,

sister, comai,  compai and

dreamer from way back

when.  

h. j. Recinos