CAMERON

The lead goose

A doe

A colt

Wanting to fly, prance and bolt.

Cameron is Brooklyn

Bronx and boroughs

in between

Audacious and adept.

Red light

Green light

One, two, three

but she keeps going...

SoHo, Noho, and Tribeca

First love, first lie, first loss.

Cameron is the movie

The popcorn the soda the silence

She is the reader the writer the weaver of words.

The note slipped under the door

The prize in a cracker jack box

She’s the love child.

The dollar found in the laundry

The last stick of gum

She is the

BMT, IRT

and

The Metro North.

Because of her,

I sit by the phone

Waiting for the call, the complaint,

the concern the conjecture.

Because of her I long for summer days

full of symbolism and imagery.