Kyla Mayoree
a man in a teal blue shirt strums on his guitar in the park
dozens of people sit, lay, listen to him
wind blowing through my hair and the sun on my face
i’m sitting at the top of a hill in Mauerpark, Berlin
i can see the buildings in red and yellow and blue
a pin tower we’ve been trying to get to for days taunting us in the distance
the closer we get to it the farther away it goes
but it’s peaceful up here
dogs taking leisurely walks
people barbecuing and smoking
loving and cuddling on the grass
alone and laying on the grass
“it’s vibey up here” says the stranger i came to Berlin with
and he’s right
as he points out what he calls a tiny puffy Pomeranian
he keeps an eye out for all the cute little dogs we come across here
i close my eyes and for a second
with the wind in my hair
and the sun burning my feet and face
the man whistling a personal song of his
a kid screaming behind me as he yells German words of excitement
a violin in the distance
the smell of weed all around
a man laying on his backpack with his skateboard sunbathing next to him
it’s warm
and it’s windy
and it’s vibey
and i’m surrounded by strangers
and i feel so at home.
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