The city in the summer

the city in the winter

take me to the mountains

take me to the sea.

While I’m gone I’ll miss your fourteen dollar cocktails

I’ll miss your pho and petit kouigns

and your Uber driving me.

But it’s summer now, it’s winter soon.

I like you in between

When your streets are dry and full of life

not lined with mud and shit and ice.

Summer sweat is better spent shining on a sandy beach

not atop a rusty sewer grate.

No commuter busses filled with ragged faces

on their way to air conditioned cubicles along the Hudson.

I’ll see you in September but for now

Take me to the sea.

I want to live three lives  in four seasons.

That would be most divine.

I’ll eat your 3am fried chicken in April.

And kick up your fallen leaves in October.

I’ll walk past your tony brownstones in May

with wrought iron handrails leading to precious hand-carved double wooden doors.

Your peony and ivy window boxes.

precise and exquisite.

But now it is January, so take me to the mountains.

It’s where I like to visit

see the big open sky so blue and starry in the night.

No lights to demystify, no car speakers blaring angry sounds

making my ears hurt for your bullshit life.

For now I sit in my  country cabin, next to a slightly frozen creek.

My fireplace is blazing.  It’s magnificent!

I’ll com back to you in April, refreshed and ready for your vibe.