People in the Park

Every age and shape and size,

Dressed in jeans or dresses,

Wearing varied baseball caps

Or showing off their tresses.

 

Sporting shades or complex tats,

Earrings all a’dangle,

Backpacks, bags of straw or skin,

Kids they need to wrangle.

 

Speaking tongues I do not know

With accents not quite local,

Conversation mingling with

Some jazzy sounds, sans vocal.

 

We sit on benches near a band,

The music cool and gentle,

With melodies familiar and

A little sentimental

 

And watch the people passing by,

The weather adding pleasure

To such a perfect New York day

And one that I will treasure.