night in harlem

"why i just wish i could take a picture
of you two
right now"

says an older man
in harlem
as we walk to our friend's
basement for some
live jazz

i don't know
if it was the umbrella
used as a walking stick
the shimmer in the sidewalk
our hoods and hats
protecting us
the pep in our step
the holding hands
or the smile on our faces
but something