We were moving in masses
I say good bye to three lovers
and meet another one
blue eyes
the morning weary and nervous
my red sporty jacket
59 Street felt intense last night
powerfully happy
something about life
and the emotions of the city
shaky and determinate
trains and pedestrians
coming so fast
like the sun teasing us from inside
from out side in the yard
the pictures of the couples running towards the threes and the houses behind the threes
We were moving in masses
as if the storm was coming at us to take us back
wrong statement it is coming to push us even further into the sea
were sometimes couples need to stay apart to reach the forest
no signals of survivors yet
and is the normal lately
is okay the sun is coming up again
a game of who and a game of when
but here the reality of the solitary man
the beast
the brave
the loco
the star
the eternal teen
and the eternal senile
always something
and always more
everlasting mind
for the centuries to come.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
23/04/14
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