Bloomingdales


A blooming dale is a lovely thing
Usually in the spring
Like watching small children
In bright colours playing.

You know then, that the world is a room
Where all matter is contained
In their places, to be, to sleep
And to be entertained.

It is this idea that in a big city
You can only find in downtown
When the neon signs are pretty.
Where, without asking, you are a clown.

If you take East 59th Street,
Turn down 3rd Avenue for the Sales,
Around the other side from Lexington Street,
There they are, at Bloomingdales.

Bevagna, 27 11 2013