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Transitory
The duration of our flight from St. Louis And arrival in New York City, within vacation's embrace, Was less than three breaths, Two twinkling blinks of our winking eyes, One inspiring sigh of delight, in our bid to outrace time. And if this seemed like a split second's split second, Just imagine how we now feel, Having seen Monday afternoon's walk in Central Park, That evening's dinner in the Four Seasons Pool Room, Disappear inside the soothing silence That belies the rataplan thirty-nine stories below.
How ephemeral, evanescent, fleeting it all seems, As, this very Wednesday a.m., we try to recall How we spent yesterday's lunch at Malyvos, Catching up with your Quintano's schoolmate Vicky, Saw Venus in Fur, at the Lyceum, off Times Square, Then shared a salad and pizza Margherita, At Trattoria Dell'Arte, across from Carnegie Hall, Before returning, beneath a balmy April sky, to our hotel. Next Monday, on the flight home, We'll stare deep into each other's New York memories And see that our love is the only past that's present.
04/04/12 - (1)
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