Summer wanders into New York
Just enough that women shave their legs
And swap winter for summer wardrobes
Shorter black things, burgundy tops
Men strap unstable footwear on and fall
Two thousand pale bodies fill the meadow
And others stand behind the fence
As if at the aquarium
Sun screen soaks into cell phones
Worn like sun glasses used to be
I try to get used to the concept
Of standing in line at the park
A festival of sonic thicket activities
Roller boogie pavilion, Dylan under a tree
Calliope at the carousel Mamet showed me

Another holiday in a Laundromat
Another quarter for 7 minutes
And only here would all these people
Appear like a psychotic Coke commercial
The tourists and the natives don