I wish that I could take a picture of a feeling:
Humidity free, May morning air on the skin of my upper arms-
seventy degrees, yet
still,
a small chill
Crystal yellow sunlight, too developed I think for eight, but the sun's been up for a while now
(my winter tempered internal clock?)
And the smell:
Our Upper East Side block smells like Florida
(I wonder, will anyone understand what I mean?)
I wish
I could take out my cellphone and snap a picture of all this
Then I realize:
Standing squinting shivering slightly smelling feeling
Thumbs swiping
o'er my phone's keyboard,
That that's exactly
what I've done.