I walk in Central Park
Mother nature introduces her many daughters.
Across a pond,
one tosses cherry blossoms in her hair.
A willowy willow sinuously waves her pale
green tresses
tendril ends caress the water.
A genteel breeze kisses my cheek
and spreads a moving mantilla of lace
across the sparkling bosom of the lake.
I am pleasured by the perfume wafted
by these spring maidens
as they seduce me shamelessly
out in the open
in sight of everyone.
– David Goldberg
