toasted bread.
sliced avocado.
$17.
Sigh.
breakfast used to be different.
coffee.
whiskey.
not Brooklyn.
better.
now.
poetically.
I don't miss this or that.
or her...much.
so it goes.
standing on Nostrand Ave.
watching couples.
my heart is filled for a moment.
until I walk.
and look for sidewalk treasures.
I wave to the past.
from my bastion of for-now.
for good or ill.
until something comes along.
to steal me away again.