Coda into Summer

Light dinner at the sidewalk cafe at Bistro 33. Walked the remaining block to Astoria Park as the sun was setting, and settled on the grass between the bridges to hear the Chapin Family sing songs of their own and of Harry. It was nearly air temperature air with a breath of warmer breezes, as the sun faded and the bridges glowed and the lights of the city rose to reflect in the swift-running East River at high tide. A lone bat swooped above, carrying the sweet music and clear voices into the darkening sky.

A day full of

A day full of
sharp words
sharp emotions
dulled only
by
nothing

nothing that satisfies
nothing that reaches the soul
everything is left
hanging

alone
along with
the others
there is no
easing of anything

I suppose it's only
what we all see,
or feel