The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1944-03-29
Walter WirlclleIl
In NezV York
sPRTNGTnTE IN MANHATTAN

HRRTNGTnGE IN MANHATTAN
Streets coated with glistening
rain while puddleS are polga- dotted
With raindrops Baseball CAB
invading war dialogues Bore
lies ignoring the most joyful sea-
son. hopelessly trying to find relief
for the lump In their spirits at
the bottom Of whiskey bottle &. :.
Sidewalk RoIneos whose eyes nibble
st passing lovelies as they try to
nudge them with tnsinuating
whistles !. The well-sharpened
notes Of warbling birds giving hap
piness q sound track Islands OF
defeat scattered around town where
sunshine only magnifies its poverty
A gray-eyed sky clearing the
thunder in its throat and display
ing its 'white-fanged lightning :.
Playful breezes juggling the ancient
weathervane atop st. Pauls Cathe-
dral The shy rustic Of balmy
winds caressing faces with invisible
baby fingers.
The Hudson River cobWebbed
with streaks Of cleaning sunlight
Shop windows glowing with
Spring finery composing visual
poetry Of vivid hues Sunrise
lighting a fiery dawn on the stub
of a warm night Brisk winds
brushing the last few dead leaves
from trees as nature weaveS its
annual green gown around them.
Relaxed humans anchored to
mark benches allowing contentment
to find q home in their spirits
"A soldier strolling with his GIRL.
Workers eagerly slipping lungs full
Of antiseptic air before plunging into
subway dungeons The everlaSt-
ing beauty Of twilight balanced on
the fingertipS Of departing day.
] The natural snob near the East
River: A private park where chill
dren aren't allowed Skyscraper
peaks holding tiny pools Of SUM-
shine HarlemS elegant boule--
yard lined with well-manicured
dainty trees, but thanked by mis-
cradle dwellings Pasty faced
Main StemmerS blinking in the az
ternoon sun as If it was q stranger
they wanted to avoid Silence
flooding the park after midnight
when each little hush holds mys-
terry Of its own The farm In
side q big city-on upper Tenth
Ave. Old seafarers haunting the
waterfront, resting their minds on
the deep cushion of their memories
The poet who ctalkS his verse
on Greenwich Village sidewalks.
Elastic fingers of sunlight reach
ing into Shadowy skyscraper cam
yons Children bubbling with
happiness finding thrilling adve11-
lures in the fairyland Of youth i
Fresh air fields draped across park
lawns getting a kick out of breath
ing RomancerS driving out fears
OF insecurity around them with
personal fortress of blue skies and
rainbows The cool kindness Of
Spring mornings that drain the
ache from peoples souls and inspire
them to attack problems Of the day
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busily nursing the trees and flow
ers that patiently waited for her
during the bitter Winter months
The forest fire of noise that
blazeS along the Main Stem, de-
Etroying the silky calm the season
brings Lovely stenogs discussing
their Sweethearts during the lunch
hour, putting period at the end
of each sentence with a dimple.
The skyline bejeweled with MOON
glow - sight that frames itself
among the masterpieces of the men,
DRY Gamblers who like
Spring because it gives them more
time to stand on the sidewalk being
deeply engaged in doing nothing.
Ragged clouds, like fugitives
from jigsaw puzzle, being swept
into oblivion by the broom of a
wind Humans picked in the