A day like Rittenhouse Square, winter, 1993.
Smelling of subway steam,
drafty theater with fresh popcorn,
pizza, cookies, new books,
wine, Old Bay, horse,
reefer, Tastycake frosting, and fatigue.
Looking like Currier & Ives after a bender.
Feeling like a cozy burial vault.
Not to be opened until middle age.