Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Gone With The Wind
walking through a graveyard of empty storefronts
we tried to find a place to buy
and the old is new again, like a church
vesper vaporized into
or like the time i’d lean my arm
outside the car
so i could feel the wind blow
and not feel like i’ve lost
How many things do we lose forever in a single day? Memories, objects, people, places transform from the real to the unreal, sometimes without our ever noticing. And then, when we do notice, perhaps we have a response: happy, sad, regret, ambivalence. But what remains if we fail to notice? What happens if we walk on by without ever knowing that some thing, some one, some place is gone? What does that leave us with?
In memory of poet Hashem Shaabani. We failed you because we did not notice.