Week 4 – Astoria, Queens

Astoria, Queens

The sun sets over Long Island City.

The subway doors open and the dusky early twilight moves in. 

 

Rarely do I take an elevated line,

Watch the thousand lives of this city expand into starlight beneath my feet. 

 

It will be dark when I come out onto Classon Avenue, 

One more walk until I cross the familiar corners that lead home.

 

The train sweeps under the tallest buildings. 

I am one of a million souls on this night,

Headed, home. 

Day 29 – Sauvignon Blanc

Sauvignon Blanc

Hot spring nights, 

The world is flowers and pollen.

I walk down suburban streets and think of you.

I don’t know why my mind comes back,

Why you knowing me as I am is something I want to hold on to.

My thoughts jumble at the bottom of the bottle.

I wonder if I’ve had too much wine tonight.