took a therapeutic bike ride today through central park. hey new york: you are ridiculously beautiful in the fall. i would have moved here just for this.
and it talks to me in tiptoes
and sings to me inside
it cries out in the darkest night
and breaks in morning light
but with all my education
i can't seem to commend it
and the words are all escaping
and coming back all damaged
and i would put them back in poetry
if i only knew how
all this and heaven too .florence and the machine.