The overhead rumbling of

streetcars on the West Side Line

has long passed, along with

passengers wearing hats, workmen,

excited children, women with

shopping bags and lovers whispering.

The city has entered an era of new

changes while others fight for what was.

Trees, weeds and scattered flowers

keep company with abandoned tracks

and switch plates. From the Hudson

River the elevation appears like the leg

of a giant, its body now buried below ground.

Graffiti marks nearby walls. Young people

walk in groups. Curved dirt paths cut

through tall grass, evidence of use.




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