ON Forty First Street
near Eighth Avenue
a frame house wobbles.
  
If houses went on crutches
this house would be
one of the cripples.
  
A sign on the house:
Church of the Living God
And Rescue Home for Orphan Children.
  
From a Greek coffee house
Across the street
A cabalistic jargon
Jabbers back.
  And men at tables
  Spill Peloponnesian syllables
  And speak of shovels for street work.
  And the new embankments of the Erie Railroad
  At Painted Post, Horse’s Head, Salamanca.

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Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 23. Neighbors
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- II. People Who Must
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day: Jan 15 2005
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