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January 31 (The sky is crumbling…)

January 31 (The sky is crumbling…)

The sky is crumbling into millions of paper dots
The wind blows in my face
So I duck into my favorite barber shop
And listen to Vivaldi and look in the mirror
Reflecting the shopfront windows, Broadway
And 104th, and watch the dots blown by the wind
Blow into the faces of the walkers outside
& here comes a thin old man swaddled in scarves,
He must be seventy-five, walking slowly,
And in his mind there is a young man dancing,
Maybe seventeen years old, on a June evening
He is that young man, I can tell, watching him walk



Poem January 31 (The sky is crumbling…) - David Lehman