The mistakes we make

NY is a different kind of beast at 5am, its almost serene silent, but wen you listen closely, u can hear the echo of tired footsteps making their elderly way home. You can see the bedroom lights fighting against the dark night and the smell that same congested, overpopulated smell that never goes to sleep. I journeyed my way through empty street and up up at prospect park with my dog Anubis at my side, his country senses tingling. We climb the hill and wait for the sun to greet us. White women run by in packs for protection. Other dedicated dog owners make their way out to small refugee space reserved for them. And i sit their watching feeling right at home.