
...or gone.
But winter on Sixth Avenue never changes.

*George Herbert (1593 - 1633)
English clergyman & metaphysical poet
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
2 comments:
Oh so very true!
Laughed out loud at that one.
tim
I wish I could have laughed out loud at this one.
You think it's bad on 6th Ave.? I drove down the main drag in San Gabriel, CA, where it appeared two out of three doors were shuttered.
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