Father’s Day Brunch
Lovely French brunch
on the patio in The City.
Strange but good feeling
between my shoulders.
Followed by overwhelming sadness.
If I relax, I’ll cry.
The whole world must feel this way.
I’m not a crier. Often can’t cry.
Thought about this beautiful city, its culture,
destruction from rising sea levels.
Felt I could cry into my Croque Madame,
never stop, tears rushing in a torrent
over to Columbus Circle,
washing its statue
along with Trump Tower
from their moorings
like the coming deluge
from rising oceans.