Because of the angel breath of 10 pm evergreens tangled in streetlight
that sit next to large purple stuccos in darkness
surrounded by thousands of woodchips
And sitting with my one-eyed cat
his quiet disabled divinity in soft black
Or walking with pendulum arms that we let swing wildly behind the middle school
to savor every bit of cold strawberry ice cream
laced with rich chocolate sauce that stains pants
(but who cares when you’re under a blanket of stars and the orange cream New York City pollution light glow?)
And lovingly,
The generous southwestern hug of the sun
and her overwhelming Jewish mother ‘optimist in adversity’ consolations
that grow to be a bothersome pain in the neck
but soon after are greatly missed
And strangely,
Wide Eyes
above loose motorcycle shirts
baggy blue jeans
and dirty white reeboks
agape and starry
on
the uncomfortable strip of 42nd between 7th and 8th’s dollars cents and nonsense galore
And curiously,
the workings of a notion because…
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