A continuation of the photo diary from New York, with my offbeat interpretation, in verses:
The afternoon walks,
escapes the city,
returns to lovers, and friends.
Off-duty pickpockets and magicians
crush autumn leaves with unhurried steps,
in the bewitching hour.
Squirrels and their winged friends
hide the day’s find in simple nests
while their fingered counterparts
retreat to their bright cells
in glass highrises.
A community chess tournament
gathers the amateurs with
walk the game of risks
like highwire artists
A lost magicienne
wanders into land
of retired ballerinas
posing for catalogues
to be sold uptown.