Vacation Day

Wake up in the arms of my beloved

Breakfast of summer fruits and banana bread.  Coffee.

Wash the dishes–new Fiestaware, deep colors beneath white suds.

On the bike: 4 turns around Central Park past happy chattering knots of visiting Frenchmen and Italians and from-sure-enough-Spain Spaniards,   noting the backs of all those cyclists who pass me.

A hot shower

A cold iced tea

A man on tv tells me how to care for my mind.

Bike to the library: return the New Orleans Klezmer Allstars, pick up King Sunny Ade.

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And now, right now

Sitting in the shade, the late afternoon breeze

Between the Hudson River and the West Side Highway (a candy bar in my pocket!)

Writing to you…

How am I doing?

‘Couldn’t be better!