Washington square park
10-20-98
in Washington sq. park - they pass by me - as I have my plastic relations with them - I am jealous - envious - of them - at this moment - peace has bestowed her luckiness upon me - this moment is brief - so I must engulf it
I scan and scam - this area - my eyes have x - rayed their existence - what I do is impure
They can't understand me - I speak in tongues - the sun now covers them - the pigeons collide with the wind - that moves the leaf's
My shutter is endlessly open - as I rape the stillness here - I wait for the next subject - I am lonely - anything
My eyes stray back to them - how they react to each other - their speech is perfection - the hint of laughter - will erupt in act 3 - now she is shaking
The frame is vacant - the man with the dogs won't cross the path again - and the Chinese woman does not interest me - there is only a garbage can and some random newspapers - and these missed opportunities
As he now sits alone - the expression on his face is so guilty - I missed her leaving - that was the shot - this day has been filled with missed opportunities - isn't New York City so pretty
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