August 23, 2021 - Park Avenue South

One night I started weeping and I couldn’t stop weeping so I just kept weeping.
The next morning I could breathe again ––– earl grey tea and the light of dawn,
+ a mourning dove stood on the ledge of the window by my bed and kept singing.
All the trees of Gramercy Park had lost their leaves seven weeks & two days before;
I stood by the window off the kitchen for a while, thinking, then went back to bed.
More sleep & silence. More dreams. Park Avenue South like a parade, again & again.