Friday, May 4, 2012

This Moment of Heaven

They doused the night in whiskey. She
hugged him and the bouncer. The three sang,
"How can you mend a broken heart?" to the fog
that tackled the traffic on 44th and 9th. I'm
not ready to cry myself to Brooklyn,
she said. I'm not ready to end this moment of
Heaven, he thought. A feminine Bob Dylan
twirled her dreads across the train, and eyed
them. A man in denim and gold rings stared.
She cried on his shoulder -- the fog kept
breaking and breaking her heart. He gloated
for the beauty snuggling his shoulder.


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