Between expression and illusion
Reality of error and light of fusion
Touched by the phantom of truth
Vintage fountain of youth
Headlines of the hour
Buildings of power
Tangled trees
In the chilly evening breeze
Skaters with red cheeks
Poetry on the ground
Diverse street sounds
De todo un poco
A little bit of everything
A seat on the side
Of a circus ring
No apparent reason
But in due season
Swift and startling conversion
Colorful immersion
And personal association
With a particular occasion
A quick peek, hide and seek -
A mother sneaking up on her child.
Two delighted squeals,
Little sneakers with blinking heels,
Chasing across Pershing Square
Remembering a moment so rare.
In the center of the park,
Captured like a punctuation mark
It suddenly dawned on me,
This was the place to be.
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