Cerise

Ending writers block

Pink lights

Remind me of scalding hot water

Epidermis new layers

Callous shed feet

Baby smooth now

We have places to be

Jazz music a lull

To remind me that life is a journey

Bended knee in front of sunset

Sunrise met by morning coffee

The sounds of myself

Met by me

Breath of my own

Steps of my own

Noise rare

Quiet excess

Trains don’t quite feel the same

Am I becoming a dinosaur

New generations of New Yorkers

I’m still here

Awake in time for the clock to strike twelve

Happy New Year we all cheered

Because there is hope in tomorrow

Even if we had lost hope in ourselves

Until next time,

C.