Wednesday

Can't remember if Christ was the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus. Santa I guess. There were more gifts on Christmas than Easter though Mom always dressed me well for Easter. It was one of the few times we went to church. Now April and Easter approach. Someone said the Daffodils were sprouting in our Times Square garden. I check it out and find that the Daffodils are up about an inch. The afternoon approachs and I hunt for my Thoreau book; he was the big nature lover.Later I walk up 7th Avenue toward the Central Park, gazing up at the giant video screen with a Smiley Face M&M. who climbs a mock Empire State building. He beats his animated chest like King Kong and then he looks down and is scared by what he sees. That seems human enough, I thinkand I continue my walk where I wave to a woman with a black poodle. She waves back. In New York they usually don't do that but she guesses me harmless, which I am. Although it's a very clear day, the park is dulled by patches of dirty snow, snow which had drooped all the ivy. The park reminds me of the farm where I spent my growing years. Father planted rose bushes. I was like the mildweed; when I broke the pod the spores drifted everywhere. Dinner with my beloved went well last night. (Time to drop the other shoe)









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