11/11/24

Today,

Central Park spoke in a tongue so vibrant

that I almost forgot,

until I could see the naked hands

covered in dark bark,

that Winter is afoot

The sky fed us a beautiful lie;

an illusion of Spring

and it compelled me to watch each moment

with patient eyes,

swatting away loose heaps of flies

My closed-mouthed smile winked

at the sun's hovering

as it fell upon people resting

on the large rocks

with open coats and loose sweaters

My trench swayed to the beat of my walk

as I attempted, repeatedly,

to keep it slow to take it all in