My New York

My New York is...
subways,getting on the rails the wrong direction,the archives of your mind opening up and breathing ,
relenting,passion,exposure,over exposure,under exposure,riding waves,wanting to see waves,the park,iced coffee,gourmet food that costs to much,poverty,wealth,reaching,reveling,music,beauty,purity,breathing,sharing,exploring,staying air conditioning , moisture,smells,p b and j, ,rising up ,unity,oneness,garbage, photos ,friends,stoops,smoking to many delicious cigarettes, a billion overheard conversations on the subway or in the streets ,sirens, taxis, takeout, staying in , parties, working, loving, being lost in crowds,missing people,being content, communication, pearls, clothes, high heels and blisters, walking,sultry heat,loving you & being loved back ,first times finances,being alive ,being me,rewards,future,art,photography,living life watching others have joy,sorrow,pain,...imperfections that are perfect ,,architecture,getting involved,learning,being still,healing,making way for so much more,pushing on when you are sleepy,smiling,discovering you can cry,realizations,expectations,making love in the blue light of the morning ,Chinese laundry,talking till its 11 am,profoundness,privacy being utterly cherished,spaces, dusty baseboards everywhere ,filthy club washrooms and the surprise i feel when they are clean.

to be continued...