Today Was Beautiful.

Today was beautiful,

it was the type of day that you can only enjoy

by eating a pistachio cone from Ray's Candy Store

and watching the pups

at the Tompkin's Square dog run

the shih tzus, bull dogs

or sitting on a tire swing at the back of the park

spinning, rocking, catching the ice cream drippings

before they slip onto your fingers

or sitting on the small hill

eating a Chocolate, or even better, a banana crunch Entenmann's cake,

preferably without utensils

with a side of green grapes

there was even a sun shower,

and I wish I was on Avenue A to enjoy it

I would stand at the bus stop

under the glass canopy

and watch the slinky buses go by

and the boys on their skateboards

and the girls on their bikes with baskets

and people eating slices of pizza on the go

and I would be happy.

Homesickness

I buried my heart in Tompkin's Square,

really I did,

I found a twig by the dog run 

and made a hole to put it in

I put in some Belgian fries, a Metrocard and a pistachio ice cream cone so it wouldn't get lonely while i was away at college

there is this one squirrel that has lived in Tompkin's for years, she's a redhead 

so I named her Lindsay

This is my perpetual nostalgia acting up again

which always seems to happen when I should be doing something important

like figuring out how to be in the Tao & outlining Confucius' beliefs

but who cares about Confucius

when you're just 5 days away from going home

from escaping this snow/hail/rain [in that order]

and finals, and rotting in the library

I hate Poughkeepsie,

I figured my heart would too

that's why I left it behind to mingle with the pigeons

and smell the scents of great New York pizza

and maybe have a conversation with a few knowledgable bums

When I get back, it'll have all these great stories to tell me

while all I'm going to have to say is that the Forever 21 here is really small

and that the squirrels are really incarnations of 

English majors that could'nt find careers-

that's going to be me

maybe then I could be a bum in Tompkin's Square

watching the kids on the tire swings

and eating Belgian fries with the best barbecue sauce in the world.