an afternoon in chinatown!
Some never come back.
Scenes can change.
Noonday demons grasp.
We don't understand. Everyone else is in on a joke. But not us.
Thats not funny.
Growing up can be hard.
But the feeling passes.
Spring passes to summer.
Kids grow up and graduate.
Grades get turned in.
Memorial day arrives along with the rain.
A trip to Chinatown lightens the mood.
Men sit selling Gucci knockoffs on Canal Street.
Some things never change.
The dim sum is delicious.
Kids throw pop rocks and talk about plot twists.
Its hard to hold the story line.
We run up the alley.
The Cavs and Warriors meet again.
And the summer opens up a world of possibilities -
books to be completed, magazine articles to read, Wild Strawberries
and old movies to finally watch, road trips to camp, between here
and Vermont, birthdays and drag marches, trips to South
Carolina, Brussels and Berlin, Italy and back to holy Brooklyn.
For a moment, Coney Island beckons.
The beer is delicious.
The warm sand feels like a homecoming under our toes,
lulling us to sleep.
Mom and the not so little one sit in the sun,
feeling the warmth of being alive, just for a moment.
Looking at the garden thrive in the back yard.
A tree reaches into the blue sky.
|Mom, number one and mon amore at the beach.|