Tribeca smelled like soft rolls and coffee. Office towers from the seventies stood tinted pleasant green. All the scaffolds dripped on Broadway. Squares had been torn to let a sapling through. A bush on Franklin held a plump melodic sparrow. A woman smiling at someone behind me waved in case I’d misunderstood. I turned up White but can’t remember it. I don’t remember Church except for the clapping sound of pigeons’ wings. At Canal I dropped into the art-deco post office thinking Union Station L.A. I asked a clerk where to find passport applications.
— from Ten Walks / Two Talks
by Jon Cotner and Andy Fitch
