Today it felt like spring in New York
for the first time this year, the sun
cutting through nascent chill to coax
all the urban stool pigeons outdoors.
Squeal after squeal blocked passage
on the crowded Chelsea sidewalks as
all the city's hibernating socialites
found each other again, not having bothered
all winter, but here we all are again
out in the open, it's been so long,
the embraces so public, the shock so
self-satisfied that MY friends would
find me here, so fortuitously visible,
no YOU look great, let's do lunch soon.
A city does not bud and bloom so charmingly
as other places, I suppose.
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