Morning and Madison Square Park is at peace…..

Air is new….without fault….giving life to quick stepped dogs…..a couple caught kissing…paper readers…garbage pickers…and a green at rest…..

Morning and Madison Square Park is at peace…..

Comforting…refreshing…while smells of soured booze….misplaced dreams….crack bruised lips lie in City shelters….drop-in centers…..and 10 by 10 rooms…..

Morning and Madison Square Park is at peace……

Junkies and juvenile delinquents….whored-out hustlers from The Port Authority potluck, Put on these panties…..Do your stuff and don’t get cute, John’s hushed request…..a $20 marks the spot…..

Morning and Madison Square Park is at peace……..

Brunches across town…..Eastside…….Westside……farm to table…..organically fed….fuck me….fuck you……she wants her ring back…..What’d I…..what’d I….what’d I do to deserve this?…….

Morning and Madison Square Park is at peace……..

And Chester Arthur looks down on all………………