Monday, August 08, 2011
Poetry Cavalcade 6: 10
A child, at last
Will walk down the street
Quiet, observing,
In New York one day.
Down on Prince Street
Is a place he will love
Mysterious ogres
And Japanese tropes.
When he walks in
His eyes will widen
(you've seen it happen)
And he'll push back his hat.
We all have our moments
Some, gifts to children
The better ones, chosen,
And what better care?
