Tuesday boy,

halo tarnished.

wraps himself

in the cloak

of forget

Bank of flags
pale blue iris
like my eyes
that long to see you

41 Prime
Midtown
It is what it is
Not uptown
or downtown
The place we share between

Early Spring
flowering trees
warming smiles
flurry of dogwoods

Breezy,
whisper clouds
in azure sky
sundown in your eyes