The City

I waited for you ‘til a quarter past three

Sitting cross-legged under a maple tree

On the corner of Main and some number downtown

I sat there waiting and looking around

I saw a lot of people while I was waiting for you

Children running, laughing without a clue

Moms taking their hands and keeping them safe

Businessmen dressed in fine suits while they chafe

Lonely, sad, happy, glad- some straight, some gay

Homeless people starving, look the other way

People picketing and fighting for the unborn

Confused, sad girl entering inside, but torn

The city so busy, buzzing around with the new

Cars honking, people yelling, dogs, cats too

And I sat there all day waiting for you

Absorbing the sights, sounds, smells all askew.

Suddenly, I noticed the time and I wondered

If you’re okay or if I’ve made a blunder

In the time we chose or the meeting place

Until you appear as if from outer space.

“Sorry I’m late,” you say in haste

But my day has not all been a waste

You smile at me and I, back at you

In the city so tall, I enjoyed the view.