My Harlem morning is:
Goodbye rain!
Thank the neighbors for a Whitney Houston throwback.
A familiar hat and no makeup, unwashed hair and a feeling of abandon.
A corner stop - because this Saturday runs on Dunkin’.
Effortless wander down a familiar construction path asphalt drag to the park.
Hallelujah guitar strains spilling over Harlem Piers, coffee in hand, watching the world through brand new weekend recovery eyes.
Long grass, wet earth, family fishing on the dock eureka caught one celebration.
Little boy standing on a statue, standing on the pier, standing in this overstated, overly understood city.
Shopping cart wheel screeches, rollerblades, the sweat of running, horns honking, rowers rowing, frenzy-filled outside-bound freedom.
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