Exit Stage Left
A cold front moved across the Hudson River
Settling into the concrete streets of Hell’s Kitchen
A Postal Canvas Hamper cried in its wheels
While being pushed by a scavenger
Collecting cardboard refuse
Impatient horns made known their intent
A woman missing teeth with an affluent smile
Rattled a paper cup asking for change
Giving God’s blessing in return
And I
Lost in my own disappointments
Barely noticed the 'Opera’s Drama
Unawares that I had been ‘caste'
In the role as an extra.
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