Park Avenue

Holding the photo I feel
a piece of me transported back
to that place, that day.
The soft grey and white of an overcast sky,
the growl and clang of the street, people
hurrying to wherever they’re going, every color
of the rainbow in a steady stream of aliveness.
The smell of fresh morning coffee from
a smiling Turk. The day spread out
before us, surprises about to pop.