Easter in Fox Chase: A poem

The following is a seasonal poem submitted by Fox Chase resident G. E. Reutter.

I sit in the gazebo in the small park guarded by Lions

Listen to the diesel engines of the buses as they park

in the loop; hear the train stop at the end of the line

just behind the moon.  Watch artists bloom and little

bits of everything just down from the German butchers

where next door Vietnamese girls work on fingers and

toes.

Angels Hop at Rhawn and Oxford as the second hand

clicks away on the village clock. The carpet guy trims

pieces as Jimmy and the guys trim hair and Clippers

is packed with ladies awaiting Easter Sunday. People

come and go out of the loop play guitars at the music

shop order Foxroc’s at the deli . Time after time Sally

holds bouquets of flowers as the locksmith works away

next to the shop of American coins. The computer guys

watch the pizza guy who is always running; has that

moonstruck look in his eyes as Tim Tim is perched on

a stool at Bills and old men look for Tony whose scissors

have departed for another place.

I sit in the gazebo in the small park under the shadow

of the Legion hall as McNally’s fills with happy hour

folks , across the street the small Chinese lady spins

washers and dryers from eight to ten everyday. I look

forward to Sunday when the church bells will sound

scent of hyacinths, tulips and Easter lilies will fill the air.

G.E. Reutter resides in the Fox Chase. You can visit him at his website. You can read his Fox Chase articles for NEast Philly here.