The night was warm.
Like sincere intentions,
Or a beloved friend.
The vernal equinox swept through the urban forest of Central Park.
Persephone was nearer now.
Lucy could hear the trees flutter
There would be no confusion between the stars and the twinkling lights of manmade cathedrals that touched the sky.
“We’ll get the next one.”
He extended his hand.
“Goodnight. Thank you for a wonderful time.”
Lucy sauntered out of the restaurant, her Reneè Caovilla heels dangling from her grasp.
Maxwell and Claire waited to say their farewells, as Neil accommodated the door of the yellow coach, awaiting his wife’s approach.
Benjamin stared at the bare feet with the ruby red toes that graced the pavement of 1 Central Park West.
“Put your shoes on, Lucy…”
She turned to him.
“Don’t you know you’re in the city?”
Implode. Part XV – DK