June 6, 2021 - At sunset you were floral and thinking August memories / in Washington Square.

At sunset you were floral and thinking August memories
in Washington Square. Years ago we walked all the way
south to Delancey and crossed the bridge into Brooklyn
late at night on a Saturday three autumns later: just the
skyline in the silent distance; just the city always moving;
just our first night in the Village; just the way the leaves
change from red to orange to beige then fall; just the sound
of the snow crackling beneath our feet along Mott Street
at night. Just the summer solstice & the view from the roof
of the brownstone on Great Jones: just the eclipse, the portrait
black & white from July; just the moon, + those first few breaths
walking through another forever summer night ––– our quiet sigh.