6 Sept 2022

I am behind and I am ahead: the curve is there in the distance but blurred in the rain, through the train window, through the watery river mist and a skyline familiar but not family. Yet. It is a tall building. I am a tall woman. I can pretend for today.

Under a bridge on a street in Brooklyn, strands of tiny multicolored pennant flags wave in the rain as, in the distance, a motorcycle crosses the intersection.

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