i remember kissing in snow-muddied side streets as horns blared and the world ran rampant
there were shared aren’t-we-grown-up-and-soooo-cool cigarettes on carhoods
menthal smoke circles rose slowly past our young heads that were bursting with
being OH SO SERIOUS about e v e r y t h i n g
spilling dreams like breadcrumbs
and radiating enough joyful spontaneity to hang the stars on with room to spare
i remember whispered confidences outside of overcrowded parties we were frightened of
there were purposefully mad jaywalking sprints seasoned with hysterical laughter along with
extremely creative cussing competitions against angry “i’ll run you over, man!!!” cabbies
so much exotic food
more people to watch than our eyes could comprehend
art energy noise click clack horns blaring life in capital letters full stop end of story ignoring screaming noise noise noise
hungry feet that were insatiable for whatever was around the next corner
i watch us now, smiling, through thick dense curtains of time
like those magnificent, sentient earthbound beings of the highest order
who stand in the middle of it all waving gently in ever evolving coats of light
strong patient and silent
the trees of central park cheered us on
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