One Moment, Shea Stadium
It still exists in sense memories
Unsubtle smells of sneakers
And Spring and hot dog water
Cigarettes and layer
Upon layer of lead paint
Aged and mixed to somehow
If by alchemy transform to
Something pleasant and profound
A carrier of old sounds - snippets
Of Gary Glitter songs of organ music
The comforting unsettling way
Thirty-three thousand voices can
Disappear and chant as one
And then of course
My grandmother’s voice
I can hear her now
As I softly pound my fist against
My kitchen wall and I pretend
That this is really orange plastic
Cool and smooth and tensile
That I am testing how it bends
Watching how it moves against
My tiny fist
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