Broadway

Meeting for ice cream
on Broadway
in the middle
watching your eyes
eating the ice cream
is an exciting 
event
Lightly you adjusted
yourself on the bench
small tensions
for a moment
I looked on
and watched your eyes
and watched you eat 
the ice cream
cars went by
bringing a gust
of Harlem night
You gave me a golden
Spoon from Pravda
But I cannot read 
Russian and I
cannot find your 
cheek to thank you
Fifteen minutes
was it
so fast
nothing to talk
about but dance
and I listened
and I watched your eyes



		25 July 1984

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