Saturday Evening, New York

I sat on the rooftop at sunset,
Upbeat Latin music beating on smooth stucco, infused with traffic’s white noise
The curious smell of meat and fire, of warm brick and city and everything that lies below.
Beyond I see others,
other rooftops,
other lives.
Left furniture and second thoughts in gardens.
Perhaps they have drinks in hand,
perhaps they too are watching the sun sink goldly past unlit fairy lights,
beyond the city that spreads out
like all the possibilities I now feel within me.