A lead and bridge (almost)
Strokes of sunlight reflected from window-panes and rectangular blocks sent triangular glass spires shooting into the blue-bird sky where the city meets beyond while I walked down 33rd Street. The blocks are neutral, sandstone-colored, people’s coats are blacks and greys but joy – an orange peacoat breaks the sea. Color is brought into this city – tomato-red begonias planted in Greeley Square, vivid green Ipod men dancing on both billboards and beneath, on the models in windows. Images reflect images, the building behind me wavers in the window of the building in front of me, everything is a replica of something else but I feel the grit of stone through my ballet flats – I can also feel the bone-white leaf of an elephant fern like wax paper that has been melted and dried again in my fingers. Greeley Square is an oasis in the streets, a reminder that some things can’t be bought and that the sunlight that photosynthesized these green things is the energizing force of all life and not just another meaningless reflection.
[Lead to the importance of urban parks and urban community development and he city blocks turned into community gardens so that bums can have meaning in their life. We need the soil – hey, it’s Faulkner here in New York!]
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