There was a dank odor
When returning from Mohegan
To the tenement in the Bronx
Summer was not yet over
and steam rose from the sidewalk
to offer me a stunted aroma
as a fitting substitute for pine, spruce, and oak
and I couldn't forgive the pavement
for lacking judgement
for its crude statement of equivalence
leaving no doubt who would
govern the next 10 months
in its very first offered scent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very fine portrayal of memories......... thank u dear poet. tony