The day was summer
and Central Park
turned over on its griddle.

    Everything was settled
    until the pigeons went home

In June
the snowplows ran amok
from boredom.

    Dawn came on strong
    and streetlights tiptoed off.

All the snakes surrendered
when the subways married.

    One day at noon
    the buildings walked away.
    By nightfall
    the stones had learned to dance.

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