The toddlers in their prams babble
and mumble,
amongst the city's
overall jumble, jumble.
Mothers reach out for sprinkle laced
cones.
While the children squeal gleefully,
returning to sunlit homes.
Then there's the student on his
used bike,
Flying through Washington Square with
all of his might.
"Look at these tourist,"
he'll reprovingly say.
But then he too shall grin,
because it's a beautiful day.
(And because he was a
"tourist" two years ago anyway.)
Now watch for the dog people milling
around.
With bulldogs, and beagles, and any
kind of hound.
Their pets will undoubtedly
start the conversation.
While the puppy-less onlookers stare
in bittersweet frustration.
Ah, over on your left! What do
you see?
A brunch plate with bacon,
coffee, and tea.
Unlimited mimosas are for those of
a certain age.
While "just a side
order" of eggs for those of a certain wage.
Don't stare; please don't! But
on that bench over there,
is a man who has two
dirty pigeons in his hair.
Had maybe this been any other town?
I would have said
something - now I don't make a sound.
The reader, the writer, the artist,
the singer.
The family, the loner, the people - we all want to linger.
There’s a sense of connectedness, a
type of attraction.
Yes - on a city
Saturday, we crave subtle human interaction.
Cheers to the beginning of the warm weather months. May they bring you ecstatic, sleepless nights and restful weekend days.