My bench provides a perfect view
Of
people on parade.
I
love to watch each passing person
Artfully
displayed.
Some
taxi yellow hi-top sneakers,
Jeans
with ripped-up knees,
Tie-dye
sweatshirts, neon caps
And
college-boasting tees…
A
toddler on a scooter
With
a helmet rosy pink,
A
couple on a nearby bench
With
wine in cups to clink…
The
dog folk pulling leashes
And
the bikers blasting rap,
The
nannies wheeling babies
Holding
toys or in a nap.
A
New York stew of humans
Makes
the afternoon so nice,
The
flavors so appealing
With
variety the spice.
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