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Thanks Mitchel; a beautiful poem even if one does not know the park. I sat
on almost all its benches from spring to fall and watched the world go--your
poem speaks to me perhaps even more because of those memories. Kamran

On Sat, May 28, 2011 at 4:18 PM, Lauren Linda <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> Thanks for the evocative poem; it took me back.
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> On Sat, May 28, 2011 at 1:49 PM, Mitchel Cohen <
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>>  *In Washington Square Park*Like invisible ink
>> encoded in our genes
>> Spring, irrepressible,
>> suddenly emerges
>> baked in the sun. Global
>> warming, tornadoes, nukes,
>> imperialist wars,
>> collateral damage
>> for a few minutes slip
>> out of mind, out to sea
>> with bin Laden’s body
>> and Fukushima’s rods.
>> We have too few moments
>> uncluttered. Remember
>> how joyous life could be?
>> Recharge those batteries,
>> chase those metaphors down
>> bleached trails of consciousness,
>> bared thighs, short skirts, flashing
>> like hawks above the park.
>> I sit here soaking up
>> the sun unrecognized,
>> eyes opened wide, sparkling,
>> decoding messages,
>> invisible -- this park,
>> this Washington Square Park,
>> on the edge of Summer.
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>> - Mitchel Cohen
>> May 27, 2011
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>>  <http://www.mitchelcohen.com/>Ring the bells that still can ring,
>> Forget your perfect offering.
>> There is a crack, a crack in everything, That's how the light gets in.
>> ~ Leonard Cohen
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