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I hear the rush of cars rushing by in the rain 
outside
   from my place in the fabled Lower east Side 
  Staying dry indoors 
I sit down and write this ode 
Just attended a short story discussion group 
   We discussed tales of war and murder
But now I feel peaceful 
as the sky opens up 
on the Lower East Side 
I hear the rain falling on the LES
   The Latino domino players 
are so into the game they play under awnings when it rains 
   The rain won't stop the Talmudists 
at the hose of Sages 
   form studying 
   holy works 
Grey sky above 
   Yesterday was bright and sunny
Today is so wet that I skipped my volunteer work 
    at Poet's House
    and skipped my friend's concert
Maybe I'll flip on the television 
    Relaxing with the "cool fire" is sometimes 
quite nice 
I live next to the FDR drive 
  where cars are rushing by in the downfall
Where are they going? 
Where are we all going? 
   I have time to ponder such questions today 
As I relax on a reclining chair
    Here on the Lower East Side 
Where so many American stories have begun

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