
I found out that I had a poem published in the prestigious Boston Literary Magazine http://www.bostonliterarymagazine.com/. It's a cool deal, you should check it out because there are a lot of good poems in there. Anyway, to celebrate the momentous occasion I decided to take a walk. The sun was out and the sky aquamarine and the first thing I run into are two nanny accompanied toddlers looking up in a tree where a squirrel was doing an acrobatic act jumping from limb to limb; the toddlers laughed with glee at its exploits. I laughed and moved on. I headed to 5th Avenue to do some people watching. The pedestrian parade on 5th is all I needed and more, hundreds of museum goers and residents walking, talking, enjoying the day. I watched them from behind my dark sunglasses noticing their gates, conversations and looks, trying to get any inspiration I could for a character in a story I haven't written yet. At 72nd Street street I spied a very beautiful woman being dragged by a myriad of colorful balloons skipping across 5th Avenue. I decided to let her lead me in her direction. She wore a white dress and also wore dark sun glasses. Everyone she passed would turn and look at her. The balloons bouncing and floating seemed to almost pick her up off the ground. I followed her to Lexington and 79th Street and then let her float off by herself. I headed home repeating the mantra of my poem, The Morning Song, The morning song goes a lot like this, first a yawn and then a wish, then a long sure stare, and the where turns to there...







