weekend in new york

with the Met
in mind,
from
the Roosevelt hotel
you walked
what seemed
to be a thousand
miles
up 5th avenue,
through central
park,
and beyond.
dismissing
cabs
along the way.
breathing
in the cold
air
that swept
in from three
sides
of the island.
and half the way
you held
hands, you
touched
one another,
stopping to kiss,
to hand your
camera to a stranger
to take
your picture.
how long ago
it must have been.
how sweet
it is to still
be friends.