of the Flatiron Building,
its triangle facade
telling me to smile.
After trash,
I walk through Madison Square Park
and think I see her,
which makes my heart heave.
I continue walking backwards,
closing my eyes as well,
bumping into strangers and strange visions,
away we all go.
After a content meeting,
I go for a glass of Gruner
on 17th street, say hi to Josh,
and smell the past like licorice.