They come from across the country, stand staring on a midtown avenue wide eyed and necks craned, but you like them too much to lose your patience. Indulge them along fifth avenue, past the tuk tuk hawkers, meander through central park and take a bow bridge group photo. You only get once chance to see New York for the first time, how can you deny them this silent awe? Here's the Bethesda fountain, you point, and wait for it to soak in.
One time, 20 years ago, you saw this fountain for the first time, and felt things you couldn't yet put into words.
Hell, one time, twenty minutes ago, you saw this fountain for the nth time and felt those things all over again.
Summer swelters in the margins, you hear the voices calling you again. Who are you to say no? I leave now, but I am never gone
for good.
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