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Just Another Miracle it was some museum of modern art & I was there that day – held in awe – or was it post-modern Reverence before Her? – “Sculpture. The Moderne Madonna. Sculptor: MS Scheffer” “…note the haughty air of sophisticated indifference, so statuesque in Her burlesque, the perpendicularity of features a skyline of citified-promiscuity in stark contrast to that abdomen, its gravid protrusion calling into question our cozy definitions, challenging us, driving us firmly into neoteric frontiers of self, of maternity, of femininity…” when Her pointed black boot twisted out the marbled butt smoldering at Her feet – I wasn’t sure until now but maybe it was those lenses – keeping out the masses, reflecting our ineptitude – that held us at bay, She jumped off the dais past the gaping guide out the revolving door – I followed, gripping my dear Evian tightly– and tho’ Her mouth opened a moment no nouns came out to play that day, instead a cabbie read the half-raised arm poetically, clearly, unambiguously in the dim & din of New York sin – Yes, & I was there – watched Her climb in, heading Uptown, fast & away from our hallowed halls of mirrors & callous misperceptions |
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(I was. And here’s the proof:
http://www.nycabbie.com/20-29/photo28.html
that’s me, holding the water bottle;
and there she goes: my one last shot with the Fuji:
http://www.nycabbie.com/10-19/photo15.html)
I told you it was so. You must believe me. :)
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