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scene 5-13-2018 - it is dark and misty in Queens

[1 and 2 are telephone poles, identical and side-by-side]

1: just yonder, we’re excited by the prospect. but if we can transport you to a memory, make it thus: Manhattan.

2: we came on the foxhole evening to it.

1: dear. oh dear.

2: i’m shaking! eyes up, like a foggen halo, just look at it there.

1: oh there, like a witch’s dream, like a big stormy dream up there.

2: there, do you think?

1: must make the choice, anyway.

2: we’ve been choosing it.

1: well, i have.

2: and i.

1: and so together.

2: we’re shaking from the tremulous New York.

[they link inner elbows, each making prayer hands.]

1: i’ve met the loveliest cats in this junkyard.

2: a young man in a black hat with black hair comes by at night to feed them.

1: i caught him once with his sly bag, velcroing it after putting in the goods.

2: leftover cat cans. and the cats are at my feet, little moonchildren, but you know that with my head i’m diving the canal.

[2 unlinks arms and slides down and into a backstroke]

2: i’m swimming it, girl.

1 [sighing]: and so together. i’ve met the loveliest cats here, this graveyard.

2 [still swimming]: it’s a cemetery if it’s got a fence, if it’s in the city.

1: if it’s proper. and this is Queens.

2: but we remember times in other cemeteries, just as. there’s a difference, we have to say.

1: meaning between daytime and nighttime; picnic cemetery visits and Boo visits at twilight.

2: between one fence swinging open on the street and a whole wide gate to dead folks.

1: a whole wide gate to dead folks. man.

2: girl.

[2 stops swimming, stands apart from 1]

2: if i’m being honest, it reminds me of winter. yes, it is warm, and yes misty.

1 [sitting, as on a couch]: and that can be December too, in the urban clime.

2: that is the setting and the scene, but as we remember it, too close, it might have been as tall.

1: you’re sentimental.

2: always. it all seems taller from within, as dense. like there’s a city apart, up spiral staircases in network up the buildings.

1: like a country girl would think.

2: hm.