Washington Square Park in October

If I had more time, this would never have gotten done.

On Friday morning in Washington Square Park, the benches are slowly drying. It happens on the West side of the park, once wet, then damp, now dry.

It is hard to know who waits for what these days, and no one wants to admit unknowing. Let me be the first.

Who doesn’t love public correction adores tea without sugar. Yes, I am indulgent.

Warmed by the arches near the same woman I sat by two months ago in a little cafe on Lafayette. I could never forget, how beautiful, head wrapped in black, eyes lined in kohl, baby fat as a pumpkin beside her.

New York is a Craig’s Lister’s dream. 8 million missed connections and I only mean this morning. If I had more time, I would still be wearing these shoes.

The sun makes slits out of wonder, the sun slowly dries the benches.

About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s