Afternoon light
was magic.
Drum circle
@ 65th C was
played by one rock drummer;
he played “Get on up”
like a funk king—
Easter Sundays
I used to see
kites flying
in the park,
but Central Park
is so full
of budding trees
and masked people.
In Strawberry Fields,
a man wearing
a Harley T-shirt
played “No woman,
no cry” on his guitar
and a lady
played “All you need
is love” on her guitar
as pink-haired girls
took pictures of
the IMAGINE plaque.
A year ago,
the park was empty.
Now the afternoon
light shines on
all of us.