Stages

Some days

The hardest part

Is just showing up

Rolling out of bed

And starting

Forging ahead

When the eyes want to fall back

To sleep

The body asks for rests

Preparations must be made

Instead

Of laying

In bed

 

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Round the Corner

The simple smell

Can trigger so many memories

Roasting coffee

In Williamsburg

Takes me to years

On the road

So fresh and clean

Yet Smokey and full

The roast roars our into the air

Aggressive

And bringing back

Memories of good times

Day to Be

The coming days to be

Letting go of what was familiar to

You and me

A city

A life

For bigger and better

Discoveries and journeys

Letting go

While others hold so tight

That they squeeze the life

Out of the joy

Thy love

And love left

It will be

Back and Forth

Leaving the city

Back and forth

Working for our dream

Letting go of what is in between

The city grew us up

In much-needed ways

Now we feel that

We must get away

Steep rent and subtle

Increase in food

All that is need for it

To come undone

What if we held on

But held back

From our dreams

Giving up for the city things

The One Spot

The one spot

A table in reservation

Not one close to the door

Where the wind blows

One on the other side

Where it’s warm all day

That’s the spot coveted

In New York City

Away from the door

On a cold winters day

Walk into the cafe

And hope

For a nice spot

Goodnight City

Fears and hope

All mixed together

In on moment

Of letting go

Growing Up

Not growing old

Ride the train home

When the timing is just right

So the doors will open and

Step into the night