All Rainy Days Don't Smell the Same

I love rainy days.

The smell of brine infused green

delivered by a health breeze

on a lovely spring day

washing away the smell of yesterday's

transient decadence and shame.  

Early Spring on the "N" Line

Riding the above ground train home

nearly empty

reading my book

the sun flashes off buildings old and new.

I enjoy the warmth on my face

my eyes closed,

while reaching for my mace, 

because

you know

It's New York and you never know.