Wednesday, December 14, 2016

anamnesis

I do not want to forget.
The sun shining off of the sparkling waters of the Harlem Meer
The woman running with her beloved Toto.

I do not want to forget.
Striking up conversations about Annie Dillard or White Christmas with the young folk. Teaching them my culture, as they have taught me theirs.

I do not want to forget the pattern of awnings as I walk home up Lexington late at night, because the 6 has stopped running.
I do not want to forget walking to the Astor Square stop, and hearing the train pull away as I run down the steps.
I do not want to forget the feeling of being on the prowl, walking down 9th Avenue.
I do not want to forget acknowledging how there is a latent attraction, and I wonder why latent attractions exist.
I do not want to forget the babies in the swings in Central Park, the smell of public bathrooms, and the willow tree blooming by the water side, swaying in the morning sun, and radiant with green.

I do not want to forget what it is to be young in New York City.
I do not want to forget.

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