I photograph the open-mouthed tulips roaring “Look at me!” so loudly the black-iron gate cannot contain them—AH—this time it’s spring in Albany I see.
Crossing the cobblestones to Ritz 5, I resist photographing people though they look so —AH—I remember heels, tight dresses, and dyed hair from before the Second Wave of Fem …
The tattoos are new.
I don’t photograph them either, but smile as I imagine reading in bed—AH—I smile and buy a ticket to Robert Redford’s “The Company They Keep.”
Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #149 with gratitude.
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