4 LYNETTE CINTRON


She will write him a couple more notes
What she will most remember
Is the snow
The fireplace burning
When he left
The enjoyment
Of watching his back
As he walked away
Having that tiny flat
On West 11h for herself
Walking alone while he slept
Downtown at 4 in the morning
Feeling home
In her own skin
Listening to Jerry Gonzalez
While having a drink
Table for one please
Going to that Harlem jazz bar
He had warned her not to go alone
Her flight home
Sitting anonymously
On that window seat
As Old San Juan became new
Under the fullest moon
And thinking of the letters
She would write
Remembering
Washington Square Park
While she drank coffee
From the mountains of her island
And pretended no more.


 Lynette Cintr6n
 February, 2001