My city she is

My city she is a fever dream,

she is a hot kiss on the mouth, she is

turbulent and the ruling goddess of my life.

And sometimes she is too kind to understand

and sometimes she is

a frigid bitch. 

NY Philharmonic Free Concert Series

My friend, her mother and I

sat down two hours before the
Manhattan concert began

and still weren't close enough to see the stage.

We picnicked and chatted

before, during, and after.

A guy behind us kept giving us the stinky stink eye,

but we got there first

and he was just a little too serious

for a free event which happens in public. 

The sky was clear

and the accompaniment was a low hum

of murmured conversations.

There is nothing like

the silence of ten thousand people between movements.