I'm unzipping my jacket and letting down my hair
when I see a mannequin wink at me through a window
on Lexington Avenue. Yesterday she wore a garment of
darkly died wool but today she sports a
soft pastel dress and sandals.
She asks me what it's like to be walking
on this first mild day after so many cold,
how the wind feels against my face,
and what I smell as I breathe it in.
"Freedom," I whisper, "and despite the
city lights, being aware of the
infinite cosmos around us.
