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!
Impressive to know that you tweet- and yes, you seem to be having a pleasant vacation. I always wondered why “We New Yorkers” tend to run out of this great city while millions of folks around the world would give anything to be here.
We can make it the best and mindless vacation- bike next week?
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Sure!
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“I read the blog today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade.”
Congradulations on having made the grade and have continued goods luck!
Billy Bob the Okay
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