to the girl in washington square park
In the park. Music in the distance. Reading.
When a girl came to sit next to me. Quietly.
Her look drifting off. Smoked a cigarette.
I lean back, and gaze at the sky.
After a while she puts out her cigarette
picks up a pocket book from her bag. Japanese.
I’m breathing real slow. Life is good.
(to the girl with headphones who came to sit next to me, in washington square park, on a sunny saturday afternoon – July 25, 2009 ~4pm)