March 3

Stepped off the New Haven platform
and darted through a train car
into Grand Central.
The sidewalks were cool, grey and welcoming, outside;
the passersby oblivious.
I picked up my passport
from a drawer in my mother's dresser
and a pair of red sandals
slipped into a canvas bag,
and stepped back onto the train
and out the door
and into the library
where I sit now, no one the wiser.

- CDL