Brooklyn
On Avenue J in each store window paper is taped, exact moment for Friday night sundown.
A public service announcement.
The Glatt kosher shopkeeper seems impatient when, reading it’s been soaked and salted, I ask
about the chicken’s sodium content.
On Ditmas Ave. bejeweled women in saris, gold thread resplendent, walk their children home
at dismissal time.
Each storefront bench is crammed with old men who have far away eyes and nothing to do.
All the 99 cent stores have just what I need.
Every neighborhood displays copious amounts of fruits and veggies.
One small block offers Greek Italian Chinese Hispanic Polish Sushi dining.
I find it most appealing, this nonchalant mixing of peoples.
And where but Park Slope to find artisan beer battered cheese curds and handcrafted soda.
Author: Micky Schorr
Photo: Víctor Martín on Unsplash
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