An every day should be like this day

 

I walk thru the sunshine filled Union Square farmers market and come upon Mother Pigeon and compliment her on the new bright red felt birds. She is sitting with Dom a beautiful black faced man whose art style is colorful hard edged geometric Pollack but there’s something Agnes Martiny in spirit about them, too. I go to the Strand and buy a collection of short stories about the American West and a cheap monograph that reminds me of Dom's stuff. I give it to him as I return home thru the park before meeting a friend in the east village to eat chicken and cous cous and turnips while watching the Saint Marks evening parade before we join it.