SUBJECT>Ezekiel Saw the Wheel (revised) POSTER>Si mon EMAIL> DATE>1108050246 IP_ADDRESS>199.184.88.166 PREVIOUS>83252 NEXT> IMAGE> LINKNAME> LINKURL>

On Third Avenue, when I park my Subaru
by the curb, it shutters then booms. Folks gathered
on porches of the rented houses flinch
and, sometimes, hit the floor. I live above it all.

Below a baby cries constantly
when the music lulls. I lull all summer
and spend my time in libraries where AC whispers
Rimbaud and Mister Wright. Nothing is vanity,

perhaps, wholly into air. On Third Ave.,
Howard Cosell announces Lennon’s death. I listen
to Watching the Wheels and when it ends, the arm
on my stereo swings back to rest, the roaches

keep dancing. Babies wail. Ezekiel points up.