Greenwich Village
New York City
The sun sat back
and watched the street.
Hot summer,
everyday,
another adventure.
The Mets went to the World Series.
A young pitcher threw heat
in the 90s.
Smell of pretzels and hotdogs
ruled the sidewalks.
Delivery trucks and taxis
pushed each other for space.
I counted my desires in dollar bills.
There was enough to go out that night.
Herbie Mann was playing
at the Village Gate.
* FLOURESCENT HYMN
In Boston Common,
a young boy played saxophone,
an instrument older than his years.
His notes were simple
They held the corners of a world.
From time to time,
a melody burst through
to smooth the edges.
A crowd gathered around him.
I was a stranger in the city.
His music kept me company,
as night poured out its shadows.
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ENCOUNTER BY THE SEAWALL
My knees were weak
from chasing a woman
wrapped in sunshine.
Sweet was the day,
running next to her,
watching seagulls fly by.
She left me with a smile
to greet the hours on hand.
As I read my solitary tale,
I relaxed into a smile;
resting in quiet certainty,
the arrival of a new truth in my life.
Yesterday's journeys,
tomorrow's dreams,
all merged back to the sea.
The ocean flows
the spirit knows
All will come to be
in its own time.
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