Thoughts

Weekend in the Village

He’s wearing shorts; she’s in wool and boots.

 

Saturday nights in the Village

Everyone’s looking sharp

All wearing their best

As if for some kind of worship.

 

This night, navy navy blue sky,

Orion’s belt shines down on Washington Square

Sweet puffs of air blowing through the park —

The elixir of youth.

 

Students take pictures by the arch.

The saxophone plays, as the

Skateboarders fly over the bench.

 

Confused, exuberant youths fly by,

Saunter down the dark streets.

 

Dog walkers scowl at black cars,

Cutting off their path.

Kids head home on scooters with parents.

Older couples walk out with class.

 

She’s wrapped up in a scarf; he’s wearing a striped shirt.

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