The sturdy Greyhound ship continues slowly out of city limits. You embark on untold adventures, hundreds of miles of unknown highway stretch ahead of you, America unfolds at your feet.
Your best days are perpetually yet to come.
Friday, May 29, 2015
This Breath
The bus weaves through Hell's Kitchen, crosses Broadway on the upper west and rolls slowly through Friday night in Harlem, all piles of people lingering in the streets: it is summer. The caravan crosses Malcolm X boulevard and your gaze follows its straight and narrow line through the park down to the softly lilting skyscrapers of midtown. Cross the bridge and look back: Manhattan overwhelms you with its beauty, with its untold treasures. You miss it already; an entire life across its avenues do not seem like enough time.
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