#7: Trinita for a New York Spring
Prompt: Write a trinita
Making spring wreaths in Bryant Park, the flowers
A spark of colour against winter greys and browns. It's cold.
Every table, wreaths adorn heads, colours bright as these smiles.
Shake Shack, Grand Central Station. The server smiles
When she sees our wreaths. She blossoms, like spring underground, like flowers.
'You made those? They're beautiful!' We order frozen custard. Sweet. Cold.
On the platform I wear my wreath. Draw my hood against the cold.
Train's in. People stream out the doors. A tall bearded man smiles
As he hurries past. 'Those look beautiful.' He gestures at our flowers.
Spring rides the train with us, wreathed in flowers, smiles sharp as the cold night.