The day was summer
and Central Park
turned over on its griddle.
Everything was settled
until the pigeons went home
angry.
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.