Published in Carmel Pine Cone Jun 2, 1983
One-Hundred-Year-old spider web,
Designed to catch the moon,
This giant harp, ethereal,
Still plays the Brooklyn tune.
The notes seem quite oblivious
To time, as decay marches…
With every man and breeze that passes
Through your Gothic, granite arches.
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