Making up for lost time yesterday,
I stopped almost dead
after 8000 paces;
after consuming a salmon Benedict 
and two helpings of mixed greens,
I pick out my mint leaves 
from my Caribbean mule 
and crushed them between my teeth,
as I spied with my little eyes
the other beautiful people
in the French cafe on Sixth Avenue,
celebrating their birthdays…

I still have ways to go
before the storm starts.