Thursday, February 5, 2009

An Ode to Kensington

Shevi writes:
I'm writing because my sister penned this poem about Kensington when she came to visit this summer, and I thought it needed to be sent to the blog. Since Festivus, I moved, just as the blog was getting off the ground, but I still had to send this poem in. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope all is well in the 'hood.

Ode to Kensington
by Gabi Anna

how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love your Russian-kosher-
corner markets that play
good music.
I love your 99c stores
that I enter and the
multiple owners standing
in front of the counter say,
"Long time no see, friend!"
when I've never been in
I love that in the Church
Ave. F stop you can't hear
the train approaching for
more than a second
before it suddenly rushes
before your eyes.
I love that you get a
second chance at communication
when the train
goes above ground again!
I love shopping carts as
walking companions and
I love standing on the
sidewalks as a social
I love the shape of the
intersections and the
widths of the streets.
I love that you live
in Kensington!
Thanks for sending this in, and we're sorry to see you go! It seems that the talents of Kensingtonians and their relatives know no bounds. This poem leaves me beaming with pride. I challenge all of you in the comments area to supply your own haiku about Kensington. I'll start us off:

Kensington Brooklyn
Seventeen syllables can't
describe how great it

Your turn!