Small Town, USA

I’m looking at the Calders at the Whitney, what a treat!
Just standing by myself, when all at once, who do I meet?
The father of my daughter’s housemate, who lives miles away;
Yet both of us converged to check the art in the display.

We see each other once a month, at staff and parent meetings
And at the house is where we’ve always talked and had our greetings.
Today, though, by coincidence, our parent guard was down,
And New York City seemed just like a typical small town.

It isn’t common to encounter people that you know
Away from where you know them, in the city’s ebb and flow;
But sometimes these things happen and despite the urban sprawl,
You realize that it really is a small world after all.