I spent time visiting with friends in New York City.
As we walked over the Williamsburg Bridge from the Lower East Side village,
We became very aware of the wind-blown scaffolding disturbed by the summer night wind. We seemed less interested in getting to Brooklyn and more intent on cleansing our collective conscience from a community we’d never been part of, from the recognition of the bastardized boroughs beneath us, and the creeping, slick-centered fear absorbed by
humans walking beside us.
I spent time visiting with friends in New York City.