[This is one of my earliest poems, unfortunately, undated. I included it in my first poetry chapbook, "The Lady in the Pink Hat," Candor Press, 1969.]
In an hour a thousand pass Doctors, lawyers, truck drivers Small and fat, A straggly cat. Six ladies in elegant furs Two little boys chasing curs A tottery, old man with a cane The same scraggly cat again. The local newsboy laden down Big and small, A runaway ball, The corner cop awaiting the strike Five o'clock, the rush hour jam Wondering who I am What I'm doing--
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