...the beginning of summer
we sit on a bench
of the Heights Promenade
evening time.
I'm in a tank top
You
in one of your polos.
the air is balmy, fragrant
my arm around your shoulder
we watch the sunset together
for the first time.
it's not crowded
just the two of us
and we don't need to speak
and we don't even try.
our voice would only get lost
over the sound of the sun
sinking
into the East River...
