Walking In the City
Walking in the city,
Every day brings a surprise.
You never know, when setting out,
What sights will greet your eyes.
Today a guy zipped by me
On a unicycle, yet
It seemed to be electric,
Just as cool as it could get.
Another morning, just past dawn,
I hadn’t gone too far,
Before I heard the chords
Of someone strumming a guitar.
I’d seen him there before,
A spot where Peter Pan* holds court,
A peaceful place to practice,
No one catching him fall short.
My country walks are lovely;
I might see a fox or deer
But they can’t match the encounters,
Most surprising, I have here.
*a statue in Carl Schurz Park, Manhattan
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