Brooklyn Was My Alibi

 
 
 
Visions of that four story
apartment building come & go,  
                 wax'n'wane, with soft focus
               fuzz, inexplicable.
 
195 - 23rd St..........and the neighborhood,
       Stella's in Bay Ridge. Prospect Park.
 
Hiding in plain sight in the City of Churches,
Where young Whitman hung out with the fellas,
and Jackie Robinson hung with another clan,
                                               100 years hence.
 
Haven't been there since we buried Cioci Stella in '07.
(During which I was assaulted by a raging resident of 195 for
   having the nerve to access the area-way to the back
through the invite of a wide open gate. )
 
Leah was with me.  Witnessed it all.
 
Now Leah (1987-2018) is dead. She won't ever be there again.
 
With this sick, broken, dis'eased heart, it's unlikely that
I'll ever be there again                               either.
 
 
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