Where the ghost of ebbets fields <br />whispers echoes of yesterday <br />under the boardwalks of coney island <br /> <br />where the brownstones mark <br />the neighborhood, and <br />the accents define the boundary <br /> <br />where the people of color, no color, all colors <br />touching and making new colors <br />new world, old word, third world colliding <br />in a rainbow symphony of humanity <br /> <br />where dreams start, end, new stories, beginnings, <br />old stories, roots, tales, culture and myths <br />redefining, meshing and metamorphosis <br /> <br />the place of many languages <br />spoken over, within and part of English <br />creating new words, meaning and expansions <br /> <br />where American is found and <br />redefined in a cultural war <br />of collision and rebirth <br />effecting both old and new and <br />slowly moving towards a global <br />understanding of a new self <br /> <br />brookly is like the phoenix <br />in the destruction and rebirth <br />of the house of tomorrow<br /><br />Alfonso Siverls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brooklyn-4/
