Winter (kind of) In New York
Woke up on time.
Got up too late.
Wind whistles through the slightest slit in the window
While the sun simultaneously sifts past the curtains.
Garbage and dead leaves dance on
sidewalks in cyclones
Before they gracefully return to rest.
In the hustle to make the next train,
I hadn't realized the drop of sweat
Trickle down my forehead.
It's 50°
In January.
We're all gonna die.
Alan Trinca is a NYC-based actor/singer/dancer/musician from Buffalo, NY.