October 21, 2021 - One thousand dreams

The third time we met you suggested I bring my bike to Stuyvesant Square Park on a Saturday morning in October. You told me to trust you: the city would be in bloom, and we could sit down for a while and talk. The night before I stood out on the fire escape for thirty minutes or so ––– only watching the moon. An hour later when I went to bed, I fell asleep right away. One thousand dreams, sunlight and flowers.