On an empty block west of Central Parkrose twelve houses–not a dead end street,not wild, but quiet–perfect for the well-to-do.They proceeded to fill the line of brownstoneswith their unquiet and disorderly lives. ~Time changes the faces and the facades~ Homes are bought and sold and sold again.Doors are replaced, stoops deleted, details erased.A school opens, … Continue reading Changes (Thursday Doors)
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