Bryant Park…

wind chapped face…

cheeks red on gossamer…

watery blue eyes laughing in rain…

laughed at me…the fool…

October’s bluster was felt…

dead leaves crunched under feet…

water fountains turned off…

green was gone…

lovers held mitted hands…

another season…

and I held your hand once…

under aqua skies…

kisses were given…sometimes stolen…

walked through Bryant Park…

old men played bacci…

whisky and water…whisky and water…

a sax blew Naima…

Fall did not last long…

snow came too soon…

leaving me behind…

and you…you weren’t mine but for a season…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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