How I Love

Thank God for whatever didn't.

I miss New York already. Zabar's. I miss the cold air. Slim girls walking big dogs; big guys walking small dogs. Riverside Park in the mornings. Walking 10 blocks for a magazine. Reading Julia Child in bed, falling in love with Paul. The smell of Crumbs. Downtown transfer sheets. Walk down West End, walk up Broadway, walk down Amsterdam, walk up Columbus...and do it all over again. Hello. "Wow" the lake - girls in pastel dresses, old folks with teacups and party hats. Alone. I LOVE.

Thank God for whatever didn't.

Icky.

Can you believe it?

Oh, it's starting up again. I can feel it. Another one, another one. It's those quiet mornings. The fluctuations are too much but too familiar. I don't lie and I don't bother. I'd rather glue myself to images of the Lake from now on and never want for anything else. And the world's smallest details. Yellow flowers. Yes - no thank you anymore. And probably no thank you forever.

Thank God for whatever didn't.

Wonder how it went. I always seem to be. And it's not even that I ask for it...it just so happens that way. That's probably not good. Maybe I should try staying still for a while...maybe I need to stay still. Third. But I don't seem to want it when I'm not. I guess it's all in the name. Conversation is easy as hell if it is. And I really am not joking about it - thank God. Let's not pretend - I was absolutely uninspired when I made it to Strawberry Fields. Maybe I'm tired...and the bird has flown.

All You Need is Love...