Easy

A performance

And suddenly it was all so easy.

Walking under the sun and moon,
holding hands with strangers,
dreaming of an ice cold jug of water, 
with ice,
on a scorching summers day 
after which point it rains, 
a bathwater temperature downpour.

No-one smiles but me.
I don’t care that I am wet.
Soon I will steam like the vents
of the archaic central heating 
systems or air conditioners 
of this deranged city.

I am a performance.
I stand and I smoke, 
no, 
I cloud, I condense. I exhale
a mist of warm moisture
and then, I see you 
and everything falls apart.

Why do you do that?

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New York City, March 2005, Nikon D70

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