Cherry Hill — Attraction in New York

Today being a sunny day, I and many others of disparate minds took to the central park to while away the precious debilitating moments between employment. The summit of Cherry Hill soared 10 or 16 feet into the sky, drawing the eye to buildings that paled in comparison in the near distance. Indeed, such a sight makes one wonder why such a site was picked to bear the name of the fruit that compelled George Washington, slave owner among other titles, to tell the truth and may have millions of years ago been the fruit to compel a woman to know the truth to escape a garden only because it was too small to share with a man convinced he looked like God in an age before mirrors and committed to a life of streaking.

Cherry Hill is not, speaking of reality but dismissing its significance, a hill but a fountain. At its base lay mounds of humans worn weary from their self-inflicted sojourns to a public space that promised temporary liens on late stage capitalism's angry ennui with a beguiling recipe of sunshine and stray spray of retiscent fountain play in the wind, peppered with the tantalizing risk that comes with free floating in an American city - a veritable cacaphony of restroom wastelands.* One can almost envision the original Victorian** horses splashing in its waters, quenching their thirst and romping about playfully as they make joking references to being stuck in second gear when they realize not that though it hasn't yet been their day, nor their week, nor their month, nor even their year, there will soon come a time when vehicles are measured by the power of their species and no matter how they pledge to be there for each other, the smelly cats are inside and they are not when the rain starts to pour.

I managed to catch the eye of a local horse whose family had frequented this area for generations with the slight inconvenience of having to transport tourists both along the park and back to times that they imagined were simpler. Asked to comment on this, he only said:

I do not become things that were never Me. If they did not live inside me when I was born and long before, they are not Mine now and I will not claim them again. This is not a lesson, just my one hope That a heart can only break to reveal What was deep within, dying to come out Whichever way it can, and my appeal To trust that it has found its way the best It can and if we trust that we can rest.

*The author notes a correction: Having been contacted by the Death Valley Conservation Triad and Anti-Life Preservation Fund, I must retract my statement that Manhattan is a wasteland of public restrooms. In the words of that committee: "Death Valley prides itself on three things: culture, variety, and providing clean, expansive space for patrons to relieve themselves. We are not a wasteland - in fact, we are a land of waste. To insinuate otherwise is to mar the otherwise spotless reputation of a national insitution." Instead, I clarify that Manhattan is a restroom desert.

**Named not only after the top colony czar of the era but the co-opter of the middle part, for years pioneered by women of the Indian subcontinent, as well as being only two Edwards and a George and a half removed the co-opter of the Indian subcontinent for the purpose of pioneering a...

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