A CITY CORNER
A hot day in June.
New York City. Lower East Side. People-watching from a corner café. The tourist busses rumble down 5th
Avenue, holding at the corner light.
Sun-drenched double-deckers. The
tourists squinting. A guide, standing
before one group, microphone in hand, lips moving. “And here we have…and there…and there…” No need for me to hear his words.
This is a casual area of the City. No high fashion, society or career women, no
Brooks Brothers. executive suits walking
around. Every-day New Yorkers, shopping
the small markets and delis, the dollar stores.
Dog walkers, three and four canines marching like obedient
foot-soldiers. Mommies with strollers,
delivery vans, loading, unloading. The
occasional vagrant or bag-lady shuffling through the corner trash-cans, wary
and abandoned expressions on their faces.
from the sun glare
Walk. Don’t Walk.
