Opera in the Park

Porcelaine vanilla white brushed steel
mottled black canned pear shaped tones
Do the wrong thing right
Mary's dress waves

Mary stress waves

Opera in Great Meadow
Blankets, candles, wine, cheese, fruit, friends
and thou and thou, and thou and thou over there too.

Westward Ho

Newly landscaped terrace atop hill
Stepping stone trails and utter solitude
Soparano aria reverberates off buildings on CPW

Perfectly

The Moment of the Sublime in NYC
Mother rewards her children
in the most delightful and wondrous ways.

Southbound, baby

Down CPW singing at the top of my fucked up voice
to Lincoln Center I go? No, O'Neal's on 64th
so be it.

Did I mention that every girl in NYC is beautiful
on a warm summer night with opera in the park?
What greater bliss than this?

I ask you.

Really.