I wrote this after strolling in the serene and evocative Fayette Park, in downtown Syracuse, with its touching memorials to fallen firefighters.
splurging fountain spray
firemen's statues, still silent
squirrels gathering
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Saturday, October 10, 2015
Friday, January 21, 2011
enough to make you cry
Willie Mays. He played stickball with neighborhood kids.
No wonder he was my childhood hero.
Who shaped, opened, widened my views on race.
And why I stayed with the Giants even when they moved from New York to San Francisco.
No wonder he was my childhood hero.
Who shaped, opened, widened my views on race.
And why I stayed with the Giants even when they moved from New York to San Francisco.
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