Canarsie

[Richard]

Hey homer1950,
This poem has some nice language use in it. I've never been anywhere close to New York, so please bear with me as I try to interpret this. I'll go into greater detail below:

Faceless doors and
grimy dry windows 
hover above 
cracked sidewalks -I don't have a whole lot to suggest about the wording in this stanza that hasn't already been said by others. The one thing I do wonder about is that I find that this description could apply to any rundown neighborhood. I'm wondering if that was your intention, or did you have something in mind that was going to be more specific to Canarsie?

The old corner store
longs for warm bodies -I love the personification here. It makes me imagine the store being like a morgue. This is just wonderful imagery.

The "L" roars past
like a jackhammer, -I like this simile. I can't help but wonder though, did you choose to make a comparison to a jackhammer because it could be used to repair things like a cracked sidewalk?

Ah, the noise-Is this referring to the the noise of the subway or of the people getting off the subway? I ask that question because the first stanza makes this neighborhood sound almost abandoned, and the solution to that would be people.  

Overall, I enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing it.

Cheers,
Richard