*foto by Shinobi Shaw

i love summer in nyc:
bk bbqs, old friends, new friends, free shows, sandals, blades of grass between toes, rumbling trains transporting tunnels to tans, sunshine, eye contact, sweat, empire, music, music, music {!!!}

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –
True Poems flee.

~Emily Dickinson

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