New York City subway entrance
[ This photo is in the public domain. ]

Let’s Talk About the Weather

I sit in Central Park with my best-friend
who doesn’t have best-friends.
The lake is frozen. February is pink

I take the subway home. Everybody is
in pretty-love. Our car sings. We have
enough people for a small cult.
This church moves.

New York is blushing, hair down.
I look at myself in the supermarket bathroom.
              I can almost see a halo.