Amazement (for Kevin)

Today, I was visiting friends in the West Village. One friend in particular. The windows were open. Gray mist, happy thoughts, transitioning from one home to another. Suddenly, the sound of cymbals and chanting on Fifth Avenue, we poked our heads out the window, and then a memory: Kevin following the Hare Krishna parade every year. He went on his own. Sometimes the weather was mist. He’d smoke pot in Washington Square Park, where free food was given out, and look on in amazement as the dance of life danced. Sometimes he joined in.