Tuesday, April 20, 2010

outer boroughs

When I come home at night from tango, my neighborhood smells like bread. Cinnamon raisin bread, from the bakery out-kitchen across the street. Lately, it also smells of lilacs. Wet, dewy, midnight lilacs that won't last very long, but—man, are they beautiful.


Anonymous said...

hot damn. i thought wednesday would make an appearance in your blog after our epic lunch. alas and alack.

Anonymous said...

I miss lilacs, thanks for sharing them.