There is an office building on a main thoroughfare
in a major town on Long Island and in that structure,
on the stairwell between the 3rd and the 4th floors
is a pipe that goes from floor to ceiling,
and in the middle of that vertical pipe a valve
that on the housing of its screw thread has written,
“Te amo, Elena” by one who Elena would not give
a look or a dime, and one who could not resist writing it,
but that it gave him exquisite pleasure knowing it was there
even though she would probably never read it, but where
he still knew one day it would be discovered by someone,
and send wonderment flying.
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Gene Goldfarb lives in New York City, where he ponders, love, hate, mortality and what’s up with the guy who hangs around the building. He loves movies, books, travel, and international cuisine. His poetry has appeared in the small press including: Black Fox, The Daily Drunk, The Gorko Gazette, Rat’s Ass Review, Bullshit Lit, and Stoneboat.