I decide that I need a little quiet. I can only find a little quiet while I
am alone in public.
Prefer it to be outside.
It must come from years of the bus and the train,
carving out quiet moments
in high school,
(not as successfully)
New York City.
It’s easier to be alone in New York City than anywhere I’ve ever known.
I don’t know
if I can be quiet
Jeep trying to parallel park.
Passenger on phone
Woman in long skirt floats by with flowers
two middle-aged women laughing across the street outside the sushi place
Groove acoustic above me in the cafe area where I sit
ferrari took the parking space the Jeep wanted
For an hour: two college students flirted about God
two grey-haired women found the guy to my left
“There he is. He is still relaxing.”
Toddler runs ahead of his well-dressed family: flip flops flip flopping on the sidewalk.
Now just the groove
Scratch of old guy’s pen on other side of cafe
7 year-old dragging his sneakers explaining his thoughts to his smiling mother and focused father.
more cars drive by