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    Harlem Postcards

    By Chris Zimmerman

    February 16, 2017

    Palm Sunday

    (Amsterdam Avenue at 142nd Street)

    High noon, and an azure sky,
    waving branches, a festive crowd;
    the shimmer of heat and springtime silk.
    (Tomorrow, of course, the forgotten fronds
    will be swept together, bagged, and burned.
    One day’s enough for praise – and besides,
    the city streets have to be kept clean.)

    Tossing Pots

    Via Crucis

    (Central Park West at 110th Street)

    Good Friday, and the endless rain
    is streaming down the wet black face
    of the rocks that tower above the park.
    Rain, and red-flecked crabapple petals:
    tears from a thorn crown, dropping like blood.
    Rain, drip-dropping in the echoing cave
    of the crowded subway, where a man stands tall.
    He’s regal, despite the harried mob.
    “Jesus is coming!” he cries with fervor.
    “Jesus is coming! Are you ready?”

    Sewer Color Reflections

    Easter Morning

    (Morningside Avenue at 127th Street)

    Here comes the sun, to light the alleys,
    to flood each lonely garret and caress each stiffened limb.
    Here comes the sun, to search out the dejected,
    to warm the huddled drunk and make the panhandler sing.
    Here comes the Son, to satisfy the hungry,
    to mend the broken spirit, and lift the gravest sin.

    Fifth Avenue Crowds



    Photography by Dave Beckerman,

    Contributed By Christopher Zimmerman

    edits books for Plough and is a former resident of Harlem.

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