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Bandito Ditto New York City (for G. Winston James) by Michael Lassell © copyright 2000 Michael Lassell Used by permission of the author. The boys are walking two by two under umbrellas in the streets of the Village. Sometimes they stop to check the menu of Mexican brunches taped to the window. I'm eating eggs rancheros in a No Smoking booth, the same place I waited for Hurricane Gloria to arrive, rage, subside‹thinking myself at the eye of large impending things. But empty decades at the stub end of a millennium changed me. A wisp of fringe, I don't believe in eyes or hurricanes or even boys anymore, though I do still love a big, black umbrella in early autumn rain. |
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