| By Lynn Patmalnee,
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Published in : , Poetry |
Remembering, you rise… not as steam from subway grates but lions’ breath, ravenous in the winter air. Remembering, I’m rapt… not at the cave of Midtown Tunnel but hot hands gone spelunking in the back seat. Remember you wild… not ivy climbing the Arsenal but spooked horse tearing up the bridle path. Remembering you, I see… not beer bottles smashed in streets but bits of sparkling amber where you stood. Lynn Patmalnee
is a born-and-bred Jersey Girl living her lifelong dream of having a
Tilt-A-Whirl in her backyard in Keansburg, NJ, and her heart still
beats a bit faster every time she crosses into Manhattan. As Lynn
Crystal, she can be heard throughout the five boroughs and beyond as
host of WFDU-FM's long-running Carnival of Song radio show.
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remembering amber
By: Matthew Morgan () on 19-01-2009 22:32