Poetry

Manhattan

A love letter…

Dear Manhattan of birds echoing by Levain Bakery, the original on 74th street.

Paper bag of Raspberry Bomboloncini in hand, I bike past constellations found

on murals and not the sky.

I mind my business past the Great Lawn Basketball Courts. Quincy’s home is the free throw line

and his in-laws are his Jordans are fine.

the only expectation of the day is sitting outside the Folk Art Museum. I bite the Bomboloncini, dearly, and think fondly of a Puerto Rican flag inside double doors.

a flamboyant woman comes up, says, God is everything!

I give her room as the curfewless street becomes the background score of my talk with God.

©Daniel, 2024

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