A miniature Arthur Ashe walks side by side
with his trainer / father, while his spitting image
a blonde-locked albino runs behind
making wings and shouting "I'm superman!"

The bouquet of iced tea with lemon, churros,
honey-suckle and car exhaust fill my lungs
as I toddle to the busy street.

Sparrows squabble over the best tree
and pigeons contend over remnants of bagel
from the Union cafe.

I see one sparrow,
unaffected by the boisterous traffic
relaxing peacefully under a shade tree
looking at the passers-by, unafraid.

He looks at me.
I look at him.
He closes his eyes as I walk by.

I stomp my right foot in his direction
but all he does is roll his orange eyes open
and give me a dirty look as if to say
"Bitch, you disturbed my rest!"

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