Poem of the week-Fairfax

Chill May gloom

Took my aches away

Each step toward my 52-year-old bank

Great Western, Washington Mutual, Lytton

Safe deposit of my father’s last letter

Architecture remains

Fairfax stretched my Jewish imagination

The theater was legit

With Oh Calcutta

Diamond Bakery wet my pre-gluten free days

Rye with seeds

Ladies observing the Sabbath

The Budapest filled my stomach

With Hungarian roots

Each storefront awakens a sliver

Grappling with Highschool

Tried not to take a whipping

Waitresses at Canters to insult

Blurring away

As millennials replace


Lost translation

Recognition barely

My reminisces keep walking


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