Jun 30, 2024
on a hot summer day, In a city of millions I sat in the center on a lowly park bench under a shade giving tree rereading a tattered old novel that was older than myself. Beads of perspiration began to slide down my décolletage as I turned the familiar pages. Whole passages highlighted for their "meaning"
Intermittent sips of strawberry lemonade and nibbles of pistachio macarons
And there I was in the center of the city of millions sitting in my secret public spot disconnected from the world waiting to be caught
