Nocturne

Somewhere in the recesses of wayward thoughts I approach the intersection where the Cafe of Remembrances once stood. I drink the last of its vestiges and Beckon the street for a toast, To ends and to beginnings and to the Place where the nocturnes took repose Just below voluptuous bosoms flush with Smoke and light.

Art: “Queensboro Bridge” Julian Alden Weir

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