I walk out into the post-thunderstorm park. Cherries at twilight, spitting pits out into the cobblestone shadows mustering in the dark of the crepuscular lawn under sycamores secreting cinnamon after the rain, Walk, spit, walk spit. Soft cherry flesh melts,
Manhattan Rainstorm
Manhattan Rainstorm
Manhattan Rainstorm
I walk out into the post-thunderstorm park. Cherries at twilight, spitting pits out into the cobblestone shadows mustering in the dark of the crepuscular lawn under sycamores secreting cinnamon after the rain, Walk, spit, walk spit. Soft cherry flesh melts,