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leaves
We met amongst park benches,
where people came to
remember what breathing was like
and the pigeons were pedestrians.
The skyscrapers stained the sky
in sepia tone and window reflections
And trees left their little
pointillist doodles on the grass
in yellow Rorschach blotches.
I saw
leaves.
(I never was a romantic.
You know that. I know that
because you told me.)
You told me it was good luck
to see a black squirrel and
I was happy to have discovered
a new thing of beauty.
You told me it was warm out
but when I stared at you through the pond,
our eyes did not meet
Because though you were looking toward me
you were busy admiring the sky.
I wondered if the wind tricked the clouds
and told them they were free from gravity. But I wouldn’t know, I’m just
Planet 9 in Galaxy You,
where stars left their little
pointillist doodles in chalk,
and I made rounds in infinite nothing
around the park.
I shivered for it was cold up here.
When being was a heavy thing,
your words were paper starships
sailing out to sea
With secret nothings written in the folds
and I could just be happy
to be alive
like the grass.
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This one is about people I love: dead, alive, family, friends, what have you. I tried to convey the feelings of admiration and overwhelming respect I have for them, as well as why I love them and how it makes me feel. It takes place in Central Park because I am a New Yorker and all we do is talk about New York.