Run On

With my pony tail up and my pumas on, I'm off down the stairs through the gate and past the man digging through the trash on Butler then right onto Smith with its cafe fronts and men in suede shoes smoking Camels and over the subway vents, left onto Warren with its chain link fence surrounding the chipped-green floored basketball court and the shouting kids in big jackets and saggy pants, right onto Henry with its dark brown sidewalks and dark brown brownstones and comfortable women in their comfortable sweaters walking their small dogs and smiling up at the branches, across Atlantic stinking of sea and spit and diesel and up the hill for a left onto Remsen, dodging walkers and strollers and runners so many runners and finally down down down to the dead end where the sidewalk curves into the Promenade and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh the city is there with its brightness and the sea hugging it and the twinkled bridges and the cut out square lights against the dark blue sky, past the benches with the blonde haired lovers and the brown haired lovers and the black haired lovers, holding hands and smiling at the city with their sweetnothings in their ears and on their lips, with the city the river the statue on my left and I turn around to go home, my heart and my shoes pounding.