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Listening and then, writing it all down.
I began so many
years ago on the stairs of my childhood home:
43 Holbrook Street Ansonia Connecticut
my parents played bridge
and I would sit on the top of the stairs
and write down what they said ( rabbi
was having an affair with the office secretary
they were both married
I would write an imaginary conversation:
He said let’s go get a kosher meal
she would reply you know I don’t keep kosher
and he would laugh. )
Now I sit on this porch
listen to the people across the street
maybe they met on line maybe they didn’t
he has a grey pony tail
their house is for sale
they want a lot of money for their small house
hoping for people from Brooklyn
she goes daily to Home Depot to fix things up
yesterday she said
what will we do with all the money from the house
and he said maybe we’ll move to Albany
and she said do you want to live in a city
and he said no and she said how about
North Carolina? OK he said.
And when they move new people
will be on their porch. Maybe from Brooklyn.
Love this snippet of reality.
Write what you know. I think this captures it perfectly.