noticings

that the morning sun drapes black iron fences with orange ribbons. that complaints could be much more powerful with an agenda and action plan. that rain drops on bare branches of April nights look like the Christmas lights on 59th.  that i wasn't attracted... not one bit. that my life has a flow of its own. accept it.  that cherry blossoms in the wind look like spring time snow... and  i imagine them as the drifting scales of  dragons making love.  crystal shimmer and pearl shine.   ....that i've started to miss him more than less. that subway art is on the F, G,  N , Q, R, 4, 5 ,6, 1, 2 and 3, but not the A.  That only after finally deciding to turn down the street with the sign that read "no outlet" did i find the creek with a bridge that led me back to where i was supposed to be.  that one inch of nag champa aglow is equivalent to 15 minutes of breath... that the dedication of the new title will read "for ayn."  gosh...that prisma brush tip markers make me see how much i do love control!  that the mentors of 26 federal plaza are  mostly white-haired men, who don't get that I leap, not crawl.  that those who proclaim with honor, "i'm hurt!" often tend to be the authors of their offense. And the oscar goes to! "no more years a slave!" (how bout that?) Calligrapher's pen on a cosmic proclamation.  That  9 year olds plan the very very best parties, and offer PhD level guidance for story telling.  that katt williams never fails me. And that at dusk,  the spire atop the new world trade is the same color as the magnolia blossoms...

As Noticed on 43rd Street:  Photo Credit: Nehprii Amenii