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MM.12:136ABIGAIL B. CALKIN
Washington Square
Cleaning drawers of children long
gone from home I found a
solitary winter walk
snow still falling white in
Washington Square.
Double wrought iron curved in croquet wickets
form art nouveau tulips. In summer
they outline grass from walks.
Now they match the black leafless trees.
In the distance I see the children's area
benches for the nannies
silent sandboxes and tricycle trails
Tears form and I turn away,
see the Plaza fountain in watered color
umbrellas scurrying.
I hear the waltzes of Miss Bloss's
Dancing Classes at the Plaza Hotel
pleasant memories of boys and girls
who know nothing of life
learning ballroom dancing
Boys in suits and ties partner
girls in party dresses and white gloves.
Miles alone in a taxi, the doorman in deep green
makes me feel a matron of forty in silk and gold.
Fairyland respite from
Washington Square
Poem, © 2000, ABIGAIL B. CALKIN (all rights reserved; To copy or translate this poem, please contact the poet)
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