Passing Madame Tussaud, Times Square

by Linda Simone | 2009

One silver hand scrapes pavement
on 42nd Street. The other, golden, stretches
toward skyscrapers.
She’s the Madame in my 'hood.
          Je m'appelle Tussaud.
Her waxy denizens leer
from a window on Times Square.
Today, Samuel L. Jackson
straddles the doorway.
          Come take your picture with me,
he seems to say.
          But quickly, because fame is fleeting,
                    dissolves in flash of neon,
                              flick of a match.

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