Apr 20, 2017
Post roaming from Bed Stuy to Coney Island.
Hot dogs, shiny waking thrillers and first views of the Atlantic.
Creaking over the splintered boardwalk passing intense handball sessions.
Elongated the high from the drive, to the ride over the bridge.
Meeting strangers you pay to sleep in a room next to them in their apartment.
Half day passed, in the streets and through the smells known native to the land.
Back where we began for an explorers nap.
I turn my attention to the throbbing beat of my feet.
Exhausted swaddle with limbs replaces blanket on the covered arm chair.
Realizing the blinders weren’t enough to keep the awe.
The veil of the city has fallen on
my childhood dream haven.
Photo by: @borrealliz
