nyc poems for the work week: you got some sun, now step up!

dear readers,

you know you’ve channeled native new yorker when 40 degrees feels warm. or when 55 degrees makes you ecstatic. i corralled some of this weekend’s spring-ish energy and walked new york city with clear eyes and a light step. truly, walking new york city is one of the best parts about living here. walking new york city is like tv, but you’re alive.

here’s one weekend in the life of a nyc walker.

from the old school pay a quarter and look real far machine at riverside park

step up: from the old school pay a quarter and look real far machine at riverside park

saturday: i walked through prospect park, where mud and slush and the melting rush reigned. i sat on a red picnic table and soaked in the sun. red cheeks satiated, i strolled to barnes and nobles, where i got stephen kings’s down to earth, “on writing: a memoir of the craft.” writers heart aflame, i marched up to (free) first saturdays at the brooklyn museum of art. there i ran into folks i havent seen since the u.s. social forum, listened to famed choreographer (and mcarthur genius award winner) bill t. jones talk about art, and danced hot and sweaty to a james brown vs. fela session. dj rich medina threw in some rakim and public enemy, because its brooklyn, and everyone, i mean everyone went bananas. jam packed masses, all shades, all ages, all genders, pounding and aflame with the beat.

off. the. chain.

sunday: i walked with a friend from west 145 through bustling harlem, thawing central park, and over to west 72nd street. we started at a capoeira ceremony in harlem’s riverside park, we crossed streets to catch the sun, found ourselves in the bustle of harlem, dipped into the famed studio museum (free on sundays yall), and, in homage to the sun, kept marching till we reached our final destination: dallas bbq.

that’s one weekend. moral of the story: as long as your resourceful, you can really engage with the city, even on a budget.

some fruits i penned along the way. these poems are from saturday in the sun at prospect park.

the sun in winter

sunny muddy

oil slicks in the park

people breathing

candlesticks in the dark

*

shot in the dark

a poet plays in the park

pen and then

a sun fed poem

pen and then

a blue ink home

pen and then

lowride dip chrome

pen and then

im not so alone

pen and then

fuck the phone

take this pen

spread rise moan

take this pen

and write

shot in the dark

a poet plays in the park

*

i’ve only got a few dollars

but there are millions in my bank

stacks of poems/days of sun/sailed oceans in my bank

tears of love/communities in my bank

cousins/anti’s/new little children in my bank

full bellies/music/luna the cat in my bank

fuck yous/i miss yous/jokes on yous in my bank

supreme court/chowchilla/619 in my bank

i’ve got too many bills

but while im here i’d like to thank

my bank

*

stay tuned for more.

peace,

rs

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2 thoughts on “nyc poems for the work week: you got some sun, now step up!

  1. Violeta says:

    I love the poem! Very grounding!

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