in the morning
a downpour
hair soaked
from under a hood
in seconds as we
rush across the same street twice
trying to predict our Lyft driver’s
street familiarity

in the afternoon
too hot
for anyone’s comfort

(and we thought the rain would cool the city off)

in the evening
a hella-queer rooftop concert
as the sun sets
lavender
and
baby blue
over the NYC skyline