Bethesda Fountain in Central Park. ...maybe snow tonight.
I met my first boyfriend there. Or rather it’s the first place we went on sort of a date together. Spring 1967. We went to the same Catholic high school. I was 16. At the time it was a Hippie space. There folks were 50 years ahead in acceptance of all ways of life.
In later times I went the afternoon I began my broadcast years. After my parents passed.
When I was in love, and when love left. With friends when alone in rain snow day night.
Much later on the day I retired. Through all these life changes the Angel remained there.
As she is. As it she should be.
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