October 9, 2021 - Floral morning

Floral morning. Cityscapes. New look venue and open seasons. New horizons + songs in the distance
coming closer. One thousand sighs of relief. A good trip away from the city for a while. The sound
of the sun setting. All that it takes to sit down and write at a table in a cafe on a Saturday in a foreign
country three hours before the tour. The absence of longing. Freedom from longing. No longing.
No lies. A full tank of gas and tomato soup with salt and cracked pepper potato chips. Hear me out.
No screaming, just whispers. Just the night. Only the quiet of the night. Just one night. Only tonight.
A voice. A silent cough drop. Night confessionals. Starlight lady. Lady starlight. A yellow-lit tunnel
through the mountains heading west. Heading west. West. The sound of a helicopter in the distance
getting closer. Everyone chasing everyone else. Seventeenth Street and Sixth Avenue at 8:26pm. The
Hudson River. Narragansett Lager and crab cakes with three eggs scrambled with potatoes and toast
on a Tuesday morning / looking out across the yard at the rain. The grass: green, the month: October.