Meh.
I was back in familiar territory.
Other than the car that’s parked where the lawn used to be,
it looks almost the same as when I lived here.
Having grown up in suburbia, it wasn’t until I left it that I realized,
snow shoveling as day labor is a suburban phenomenon.
The snow makes the ordinary seem more interesting, more intimate in a way,
by blocking out background.
Meanwhile, underground, the stalactites are the least scary part of a Broadway station
on the G line that looks like it’s going to disintegrate.
It’s hard to get high shots in this city. The trains and bridges provide most of the free ones.
Speaking of snow, I miss Billy.
I took Billy out for frisbee. The sky was on fire.
June 18.
And Frisbee Is Life.
May 25.
It’s all about the frisbee.
He never lets it out of his sight.