In the Ironbound section
Near Avenue L
Where the Portuguese women
Come to see what you sell
With the clouds so low
The morning so slow
As the wires cut through the sky
The beams and bridges
Cut the light on the ground
Into little triangles
And the rails run round
Through the rust and heat
The light and sweet
Coffee color of her skin
Bound up in iron and wire and fate
Watching her walk him up to the gate
In front of the Ironbound schoolyard
Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
She says they look for the light
They try to make sense
They come up through the cracks
Like grass on the tracks
And she touches him goodbye
Steps off the curb and into the street
The blood and the feathers near her feet
Into the Ironbound market
In the Ironbound section
Near Avenue L
Where the Portuguese women
Come to see what you sell
With the clouds so low
The morning so slow
As the wires cut through the sky
She stops at the stall
Fingers the ring
Opens her pruse and feels a longing
Away from the Ironbound border
"Fancy poultry
Parts sold here
Breasts and thighs and hearts
Backs are cheap
And wings are nearly
Fancy poultry
Parts sold here
Breasts and thighs and hearts
Backs are cheap
And wings are nearly
Free"
Nearly free
Nearly free
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