Joy

A fleeting abyss that is allowed to rest for a moment on your lips and tongue
Fighting the coming darkness, standing and facing the coming night
Life is ushered in with every breath but soon fades again

Suspension of thought

so that action might take flight
suppression of doubt so that hope might exist
fighting against self every moment to see that the moment does indeed come

Green City

The sun light washed over the green stretch of Bryant park
Warmth for a moment then offset by lazy breezes who tell of fall
A child plays upon the library steps while mother smiles
All around, work is put to rest if only for a moment
To have the liberty to spend all day in such revelry
But alas life and work beacons
Thanks to parks for fleeting glimpses into the elysian plains