Bleecker Street afternoon
The 9th floor balcony
Balmy end of May
My birthday
I banished the noises
The traffic
The voices of pedestrians
On the street
The hum of ACs
But not the breeze
Not the Buzz of a scout bee
Seeking sweetness
We have met before
He bigger than the end of April
A brief landing on the railing
Nothing of interest
And he is off
Leaving only the wind
And moi
Un homme tres vieux.
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