Moises Josiah playing "How Great Thou Art" on a musical saw at Grand Central Terminal, don't say Station unless you mean the post office
The woman sitting against a window on 44th near the Algonquin cursing, presumably, into her cellphone in Arabic or Syriac or Angerac
The square-jawed British woman at the Algonquin with a high-wattage smile choosing to forgo the shot of $90 single-malt scotch whiskey, overheard while I sipped my tea
The nighttime reflection across Bryant Park of the Chrysler Building in a Times Square glass and steel tower
Pedestrians strolling and tourists sitting in neon digitally bathed Broadway, not a haiku in sight
Endless pansies and infinite white tulips and purple tulips and white azaleas in the Central Park Conservatory Garden
Three or four people on a Fifth Avenue bench by the wall at Central Park intently huddling, hovering, praying
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