Monday, August 04, 2008

riding on a high and windy day...




a week or two ago i stopped right smack dab in the middle of the brooklyn bridge. i made a call to a risky fellow and soon confirmed that i had whizzed right past this man, from a land where one of the most classic black comedies gets its title from. he was in a park on the island i had just left and i was swaying on a bridge suspended by cables. hmm, i thought, on a call to the starry satellites and back.

so the risky busy-ness was settled and this fine friend headed to meet me in the middle of the east river to sway and shake with me. as i waited for his arrival, i crouched and watched friends and fams, lovers and loners make their way from one land to another land...

love and health to all...