Springtime in the City

weather like silk
just a light fabric
blanketing the skin

even the traffic horns
are a symphony
and the man selling papers
looks new and alive to me

evening stars shining
despite the stoplights

I sleep with the window open
because it seems we only get
two nights a year like this
and here is one



Sketch: I bought an aloe plant today.

I am surrounded by
accented by
splashes of color
bathed in
warm sunlight.

of two different birds’ songs
mixed with Mexican folk music
and Spanish chatter
carried on the breeze
rising and falling
with the cherry blossoms brushing my feet
and the charcoal dancing across the page
becoming consonance.

I think it is enough to capture
the essence of the thing
rather than the thing