Saturday, October 30, 2010

The One With New York City Day Four.

Dear Lover,

This morning.
I awoke with the sun.
And bundled up.
Took a walk down the avenue.
Listening to, "The Only Living Boy In New York."
Over and over.
And the streets were bare.
And the apples at the fruit stand reflected the brick walls.
And my feet ached.
In that satisfying way.
That made me want to take a ballet class.


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