What got you here

Spring came rolling froth
in wintry mixed gin
drinks and a history
of movements across Park avenue.
The shafts of air
tousle the pages of your book
and you’re always throwing
greasy paper bits
to the track for the rats.
When I clutch you at
the ribs and brush through
your crumbs will you tip-
toe to the Brooklyn announcements
and eye roll or agree when I ask
'Shall we take the air?”

-C.S. Henderson

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