it's raining,
cold,
that whole early spring thing
in the city.
remnants of ice
and snow
gone grey litter
the scenery.
we stare
at the map
and agree that we can make it
if we cross
Central Park,
cutting the walk in half.
it isn't long
though
before we're flagging
a cab down
and climbing into the warm
dirty car
with red faces,
and that's that.
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