The better way

To me, this is the highway 
To heaven, spread out so
You have to jump from one
To the other like jumping
Over stepping stones, or in
Tight, marking an ephemeral
Pathway, built of clouds and
Leading overhead, skyward.
Just as we imagine a heavenly
Roadway to guide us, upward
Towards our better or even
Our best selves, this is the
Highway to heaven. We need
Search, nor yearn, no more

Shorter this way

Trees are having their coming out party.

Why is it a shortcut if I cover the same distance? It definitely feels shorter when I turn on Cherokee to get 1 block down.

I still have to get from Cherokee Place to York. Why does it feel so much less arduous?

Sometimes even this longcut (sic) feels shorter.

There’s a jazz club just off 86th and Second. That’s exciting.

https://jeremysnyc.com/

501 East 79th emerges

There was scaffolding shrouding this corner for ever so long. It’s a pleasant surprise having this building come out into the daylight.

Sky watch

Will she ever tire of the sky?
The clouds just hanging there
Will they bore her, inactive as
They are. Floating as if the
Sky was their backyard pool
Clouds have wispy outlines;
Their inner lives are nebulous.
She has to read into what she
Sees to find meaning in their
Station in the sky. Doesn't it
All look the same from day to
Day? So little movement to
Move her as she stares up!
Will she ever tire of the sky?