The city is buzzing,
a man wearing a hat walks by with his dog.
A little boy and his grandma find shade
under a tree in front of the Modern Museum of Art.
An ambulance screaming,
the city boisterous while I take it in,
poetic colorful streets.
I found serenity at the outside garden cafe,
at the museum,
while nursing a Diet Coke,
and dark chocolate ice cream,
calling the people I love.
While my boy is sleeping recovering
from the night shift.
I wait to cook for him,
a home made meal,
made with love,
and embrace him and his overgrown beard.
I escaped for a moment,
I don't want to wait for my dreams,
I want to live them in
small delicious bites.
A night earlier at Fenway Park,
Americana at it's best,
The Red Sox vs. The Yankees,
on a hot September night.
We reminisce about baseball games,
we went to when he was a child.
I laugh because my heart is full.
I laugh because my boy has grown
into a fine man.
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