brie on my sandwich. and the gray bookmark pulled between pages.
a flock of pigeons flying gray and white and black on the blue sky and they are dancing with wings outstretched.
purring on my lap.
all the buildings are so close together, tall with brick and the trees out front and their little fingers are black to the sky.
i wore nick's little backpack and on the inside i packed two books, his camera, a ball point pen and my clutch. i like to walk. the sidewalks are dirty with gum and stains and cracks, but i like walking. last night i walked when the sun was going down and i smiled when found you crossing the street to the corner i was standing on. turkish food outside as hipsters strolled by the the cars stop and start b/c the light tells them to.