Transporting

A short one for you.

Late March, a quiet evening walk, alone:

I notice hints of orange in the sky

And moving clouds, sharpened with navy shades -

Slight tracings of a winter nearly gone.

I cannot feel the temperature. The breeze

Reminds me of the air.

I give myself a test: Can I pretend

I’m somewhere else? I’ll say I’m in Milan.

I see the Brooklyn buildings, but I sense

Just past them is Navigli, and beyond,

The Duomo. I hear humming all around.

I pass the test and smile.

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Tinkering with new forms and themes all the time. Let me know your thoughts.