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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Ghost City


Dear Diary:
Sugared snacks, People magazines, on the newsstand
where 10 dailies once trumpeted D-Day.
Boxy N.Y.U. dorm atop the ruins of Lüchow’s
where Caruso dined on braised goose and schnitzel.
Pennsylvania Station — Doric columns, soaring steel,
acres of glass. Now a warren of dim hallways
in a bargain basement, it limps along.
As do I, young enough to thrive in the present,
foolish enough to prefer a vanished past.
Final night of the old Plaza Hotel, I stroll
the deserted Palm Court. In the half-light
an ornate Plaza teaspoon gleams.
I stare at it, think of Penn Station.
Then I reach down and take it.


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