How just-right this casual window at the Bank Street Bookstore --usually carefully arranged with children's books. For April 30, last day of National Poetry Month, they chose to celebrate "Poem in Your Pocket Day," a New York thing, with an offer of just that. Don't you love the vintage manual typewriter --much like the one I lugged on the train to college.
Got my poem, "A Rabbit Reveals My Room" by Nancy Willard:
When the rabbit showed me my room/I looked all around for the bed./I saw nothing there/but a shaggy old bear/who offered to pillow my head....
I'd been on a walk through Central Park's Conservatory Garden, with the Thursday morning walking group (reconvened from last year). We thanked the volunteers who keep the place so gorgeous.
Then back to Broadway, past the bookstore, the street seller reading his own merchandise.
On to the Columbia Greenmarket for my favorite wholewheat doughnuts. And a little lemon thyme plant to try for cooking and keep my yellow begonia company.
FIX-UP NOTE: Thanks to Kay and her Thinking Cap, the links have been straightened out very early Friday morning.