Aesthetic

JOHN SLOAN: DUST STORM, FIFTH AVENUE

I made my way

through Fifth Avenue;

I held the bright blue anise sages with such care

since I was battling unexpected winds.

It was almost six,

and Central Park wasn't too far.

Although it was only two days,

it felt like eternity for Sunday to arrive.

I couldn't wait to see her again

and prove her doubts wrong.

She was the diamond

in a pit of rocks.

Luckily,

I was the one

who picked her up.

When I arrived at her spot,

she wasn't there.

It was currently

a quarter past six.

Maybe something

came up.

I waited,

and waited,

but finally at eight,

I walked home.

The sidewalk

was empty,

even with one soul

passing through.

Coming across the trash can,

I threw the anise sage flowers.

One simple sunny day,

ended with a dust storm

unexpectedly ruining the mood.

She never came.