She walks through Washington Square Park…..throwing Pixie dust at vagabonds….

Leaves change….a piano is played…poetry is read….and a black beauty disrobes for all to enjoy…..the eyes have it…..

Newly formed couples on the verge of a kiss…..closer….closer….not quite yet……

It wasn’t winter, nor spring that brought me here….twas memories of fall……memories of you….

Neither Toronto…..dear old Paris….Quebec…..or Chicago……only in Gotham did we truly love…..something close to love…..

So what…..so what…….all falls….all fails……all too soon…..awakened all too late…..

She walks through Washington Square Park……throwing Pixie dust at vagabonds…..

And I sit like a gnome…..wondering how she made out…..