The buildings of Upper East Side swell with exhaust fumes and the roads sweat foul-smelling tar, while Central Park drips green and magenta, as friends **** on strawberries beneath the last of the summer sun. Butterflies chase children, children chase kites, dodging marigolds that suffocate between blades of grass. Bird song and police siren compete for centre stage, and clammy suited men seek shades of green on their lunch break escaping their lives between midday and one.
In the sky rafts of white cloud crafts the arrival of autumn, the park drinks the last of September’s rays. Maples blush as October lures in the park with a lullaby. Once-glycerined green leaves burned by a summer sun form parachutes that glide left to right and spill like coloured pencil shavings. Warm currents retreat the advancing brisk amber sunsets, submerging the park in an oily gold blur. Clouds, swans, boats, all float upwards as Autumn peacefully carries Summer to its end.