alone
on a workday hooky walk
away from the stifling desk
out and about
breathing in
the rambling New York stew
a plastic bucket drummer
fills a park
with magic beats
French-speaking tourists
shuffle by
on shoe-sore feet
spy the people
plodding on
drink in the sight of them
and then
move along
bank these visions
for later
for day dreaming
on stalled subway trains
modest joy
in the lonely life
again
