A Step Away from Them I was in a hurry, in a little tunnel made of cement and light, each step taking my heart out, and you free from the complications of any other thing. The sound of birds dropped from the trees, and the park was knitting in colors around my head, laughter layered in petals, the world waking me up, scattering all my fears in a field of tulips and joy.

— Frank O’Hara

• Frank OHara