Today I walked in
Central Park
where I casually passed
picnickers and castle
climbers
men in suits and
boathouse diners
buskers, rowers,
volunteers
painters, poets, park
voyeurs
gymnasts flipping in
the sun
doggy walkers on the
run
frazzled teachers with
their classes
bird watchers with
travel glasses
NYPD’s watchful eyes
strolling players in
disguise
turtle spotters by Turtle Pond
peering through the duckweed
fronds
models posing in designer gowns
tourists in from out of
town
hawkers, vendors,
crying babies
city workers, Manhattan
ladies
musicians, mothers,
tourist guides
wedding parties,
dazzling brides
sleepers, snorers,
roller-bladers
sun-lovers in their
bathers
John Lennon fans
imagining
strolling Strawberry
Fields with him
gardeners with
green-thumbed hands
sweet music from hot-jazz bands
darting toddlers on
their knees
crawling under cherry
trees
pedicab cyclists
slowing down
for starry-eyed tourists from
out of town
carriage pulling citified horses
chatting teens and
skateboarders
people loving every
minute
of Central Park
and all that’s in it.
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