Week 7 – August In July

August In July

It is my favorite part of the summer. 

The air gets chilly at night, 

Like fall is reaching out the window and blowing kisses onto my cheeks.


I watch the sun set over Classon Avenue.

The street is quiet as Sunday mornings, 

The moon shines on my back as the sun sinks beneath the skyline.


It gives me my life, it gives me my words. 

For the first time in a long time, I find myself writing. 


Day 5 – Bridge


This city has two faces.

The shadows drape across lofts in Soho that once were factories,

The Empire State Building pierces the sky across the sunset. 

The paint peels in my little room in Brooklyn,

I pile pillows against the window to keep the drafts out at night.

Who am I to try to bridge these lives together.