box it up

July concert tickets, in a box. Nights at Bowery Ballroom, Irving Plaza ... boxed. Broadway programs placed below. New York City sidewalks on a summer night at 3am. Bus trips to Boston. Late nights sharing soulful thoughts in a Brooklyn basement. Sunday dinners. That moment when the Mingus Orchestra finds it's perfect harmony. Fridays after work at the met. Buying something new to wear to something new. Pina Colada night. Getting guest towels ready, or not, again. Picking up the visitor pass at the front desk of a coporation who's products have been in your house your entire lifetime. Talking through the walls. Pad Thai, Union Square. Waiting for the R train. and waiting some more. The deli guy and the sushi man. Central Park's rambles. The houses on my street lined up in the late afternoon sun. Riding over the Brooklyn Bridge and being reminded of the time by the digital "watchtower" clock. Montague and the promenade. Bleeker Street, north and south. of course, the Lower East Side. Concerts in Central Park. and Autumn. Switching from flats to heels under the desk. Mamoon's. getting lost in the Bronx. Finding somewhere new to go in Manhattan, good enough to go to again. Weekend trips to.. or with... Lehigh. Standby tickets to Conan. Boxed. Pictures, maps, notes, nametags. Boxed. taped, soon to be stored. Thanks to the players on the stage. Fortunately, you cannot be boxed. and neither can I.