Armor shining
in the regalia summer beaded sweat
of Bronx boys to
men
cool
swagger
tough
in the haunted handball courts
of yesteryear memories
where the graffiti echo
of their rainbow laughter
can still be heard
bopping to the beat of mixed tapes
blasting in their chariots zooming
beneath the
rumble of the 6 train
drenched in salty breezes from the bay
and the smell of Orchard Beach
baby oil / on brown eyed / cocoa skinned / curly haired
Puerto Rican mamis
Ohhh yes
the pizza shop
still remains
and he too
has survived
strong
as ever.
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