New Linoleum
<p>On Avenue C,<br />
on the Lower East Side,<br />
sometime in the late 1950s —<br />
new linoleum arrived<br />
with fanfare and excitement.<br />
Father spread out<br />
the ocean of <em>newness,</em><br />
flooding the kitchen floor.</p>
<p>Visiting Uncle Sasha<br />
who fashioned himself a poet<br />
proclaimed with excitement, that —<br />
<em>anyone from the truly rich,<br />
to the absurdly wealthy,<br />
might never experience the joy<br />
of this kind of renewal —</em><br />
A <em>Grand Rejuvination</em> he called it.<br />
He said he’d write about it.</p>
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