Father’s Day Brunch

 

Lovely French brunch

on the patio in The City.

Strange but good feeling

between my shoulders.

Relaxation.

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.