On Three Consecutive Friday Nights In 1962 ...

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I dreamt about

the Whitestone Bridge

because I grew up

in its shadow:

The last exit before the Bronx

was less than two blocks

from the Oliverio home

All three dreams

—dreamt by a 13-year-old boy—

involved girls

1

Kissing my next-door neighbor

[Meryl Glass]

on a park bench

at the shoreline

of the East River

with a perfect view

of the bridge

The rush of tires

of vehicles 

crossing the bridge

tightened our embrace

2

My dentist's daughter

[Ellen Birnheim]

and the dream boy

elevatored up to

the top of a bridge beam

and played strip poker

 

3

I was in the park playground

with Robin Ellison,

telling an endless succession

of dumb jokes

but she did not 

laugh once

*** 

I  hereby present

THE DREAM BRIDGE

Photoverio #717.5

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