the crushing rush flowing corner to corner
outside Madison Square Garden.
Head down, moving on they pay little notice
as he sprays shimmering orbs from his
bubble blower into the air. They dance lazily
among the taxis, rising on updrafts of exhaust,
catching the sun in liquid rainbows as they
emerge from shadows between the imposing buildings.
Somewhere around the third floor they pop and
a few people finally look up, sticking a hand out,
grumbling that the weatherman never
mentioned rain as a possibility, while a man in
the cafe smiles, raising his half full glass of
soda to take a sip, enjoying the view.
|So, who was the one that leaked I was heading for NYC?|