So long Sunset Park. So long to the white dog on the corner with the different colored eyes and to Uta's arch-nemesis, Issandro. S0 long to the dumpling man who calls Uta, 'Yuri' and to Eighth Avenue, with its buckets of turtles and frogs, baskets of escaping crabs. So long to the Vietnamese ladies who swarm around Uta searching for proof in his features that he is really my son. So long to Rosa in the Avon shop who accepted our packages and taught Uta to say 'Buenos Dias.' So long to the boys at Johnnies and to the church that filled our view. So long 'N' train. So long to our home that held us safe for three sweet years. So long.
March 14, 2008
So Long Sunset Park
So long Sunset Park. So long to the white dog on the corner with the different colored eyes and to Uta's arch-nemesis, Issandro. S0 long to the dumpling man who calls Uta, 'Yuri' and to Eighth Avenue, with its buckets of turtles and frogs, baskets of escaping crabs. So long to the Vietnamese ladies who swarm around Uta searching for proof in his features that he is really my son. So long to Rosa in the Avon shop who accepted our packages and taught Uta to say 'Buenos Dias.' So long to the boys at Johnnies and to the church that filled our view. So long 'N' train. So long to our home that held us safe for three sweet years. So long.
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