time to close the skate park,they said,because graffiti art and vandalsand all that nonsense— notIN OUR TOWNthey puff,their ill-fitting suitsbursting over bellies of fried pietyas they perchup, up, upon their pedestalsand pull the woolof their…

the babies we tuck in our arms will grow old one day and will lose their button noses and plump, little toes— no one told me that one day the tender newness is no more,…