Overcast at dinner,
they all continued dancing
out in the yard
where the folk music played
and the totem pole bloomed,
their makeshift crowns blooming.
We forgot to drink tonight;
I would had danced with them.
The rain fell soft and cool;
meatballs with savory sour cream
and lingonberry jam
warmed my palate;
the waffles were too
textually soft today
I’d flashback to my trip at 22
when I drank vodka with my cousins
in Vaxholm every day;
(I should had got some sex but didn’t);
I missed Midsommar over there,
I was on a ferry to Finland,
I missed the festivities and the hedonistic carryings-on,
my grandparents wanted to see Finland.
I’m here and not 22.
It’s a love-in
as my NY Jewish friend says,
complete with beautiful
fiddle players in folk dress.
We walked in Battery Park
seeing the sights:
the Clinton Castle,
the Stained Glass carousel,
the Globe that was on
the Twin Tower
It was pouring
by the time we reached
the South Ferry station;
we entered the 1
on automated raised steps
in the humid platform.
Sunset still had an hour to go
but we had to go,
and the rain hasn’t stopped yet.