Night in a Brooklyn Apartment

I have experienced profound happiness in a street-lit room, dark, red, yellow, voices outside, sirens and music, bangs, traffic the room filled with summer warmth, a lover far away and fire within my heart beat pulses a smile to my lips which spreads and breathes in the night a heavy happiness weighing me to my…

Sunday

A saxophone plays in Central Park, New York City. A warm breeze blows like an armistice over boulders and across wild grass, carrying birdsong –¬†one among myriad languages that pop and fizz around street vendors beneath their umbrellas. A mustard and ketchup smile spreads over my face. Everyone is themselves, And I am me, And…