It’s 11:59 P.M.
We leave Happy place,
For a lovers rendezvous,
To a spot near to Heaven.
Traffic sounds float-up to Aerie,
Voices like vines ascend walls.
A homophony of white-noise,
Silenced, by our sweet murmurings.
No sleep for lovers first met.
No dreams, no rude awakenings.
Naps to replenish body,
Eyes meet, replenish spirit.
Tempus Fugit, I am gone.
Like a fledgling from the nest.
Spent, but exhilarated,
A new love and friend met.
Out onto Second Avenue.
A New York City country scene,
Yellow Jacket taxi’s buzzing
Cafe’s bedecked with greenery.
I smile to myself,
With this new view, and
Reflecting on our
Time spent together.
Ricordate Amore.
It’s 11:59 A.M.
Puma/MMIX
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