Washington Square Park

this quad. or this park. in the first year, new and unfamiliar becoming familiar in the second year and the third growing more real and lively -- houses growing rooting trees in the foundation of the memory and restaurants melting into houses as they should and coming to expect the sound of church bells ringing all the time growing livelier year after year to one today this park is more familiar than last year. nothing is real in itself but must be made just that in time, in roots, this park this book t h i s the song would but am i willing to go over the top and willing to spill. this place unknown to known, to have lived in a place, must GO