NY5 (Belated)

The city was out today like a nineties executive determined not to take any calls, ambling into the slowly solidifying promise of springtime, the day's paper under its arm. Out walking its dogs and washing out its minifridge on a patch of east village pavement. Out wearing top-heavy sunglasses and talking literature over late lunch in Gramercy. Out leaving little chocolates on doorsteps and offering a mint to a girl in preparation for a tentative public kiss. Out of complaints and out of excuses and out for adventure with a vengeance.