The city receded at last
its electric hum, that city
of a thousand cliches and
the million empty faced power
walkers, vibrating with missed, wanting
connections, city charged even
as a backdrop- where I claimed
a park bench for my paperback
for my sweet, quick cooling coffee
a place to steal stray rays of sunshine
in April while trees sprout a summer
of syrup, cloying white-blue buds
when she crashed into me, a blur
of pink and tricycle pedals
I scooched and she squealed the joyful
little girl giggle of the world
spontaneous surprising new
and you appeared sundressed and sandled
your face close and bright-flushed red-gold
like sunrise against skyscapers
tomorrow endlessly reflected,
smiled your sincerely happy tired
youth at me that city morning
when all my words bubbled and caught,
you turned away before I could say
I'd like to learn to trail goodness,
teach me how legs chase joy across
electrified sidewalks and these
narrow stripes of spring growing green.
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