A joy on a busy New York
Pulling over
Put of the crowd
Unnoticed
To dine alone
Book on hand
While thousands flow by
Ignoring me.

Heaven.

Having a baby is rough.
Everyone sees the baby.

Twins is worse.

Triplets impossible.

Everywhere with a giant yellow wagon.
All eyes on it.
All mouths gaping.

There is no more
Disappearing act.
There is no more New York magic.