the space between people
expands and contracts
as it must, but
why must it?
I close my eyes and see the white outlines of
leaves falling through dark blue pulsing air.
The grey cobbled streets of Manhattan
unfold before me.
And I hear your voice
ringing through my soul, noble narrator, reminding me of things forgotten and pulling me into the excellent day that is
Commendable perspicocious enthusiastic vagabond, you feel life so deep, so so deep,
and you are tired, so tired. Winter is here and you must
rest for a time, gather energy, and then strike out again, again and again when spring
comes. Rest, restore, reflect. Sharpen your limbs, hone your tongue, move little pieces of
your life forward.
The world is swirling just beyond your toes, and it adores you, and it is yours if you can catch it.
see you again soon, new york