gardenVariety

i allowed my instincts to take a back seat to reality lately; some don't deserve chances.

GardenVariety

musical car horns greet
baby strollers, dog walkers
stretched limo's& celebrity.
old brick buildings-dumb-bell
apartments; sitting in the shadow
of the empire state building.

watching underground break
dancing-laughter spreads-with wide
smiles. asked on the bus my origin-
keep him guessing. stepping off
uptown-darkened corners,

125th street station-express
opens wide into port authority.
hustlers, gangsters, bewildered
tourists rubbing sleep out of their
eyes.

chasing escalators, rounding corners
watching for the accidental grab.
in a small changing room-my
intuition come back from a whimper;

rush of wind hitting my face serves as a
token, aching black& blue tattoed on my
left arm. the thing called love-wasn't any-
thing but a fake tan, temporary tattoo

picked up @ a festival. i want to learn
how to walk without falling,
learn how to love without hurting,
learn how to trust myself-
without doubt.

sitting in an attic-i find space
a gift i had nearly forgotten.

CER COPY ONE April 28, 2006