I went to see a friend's new baby,
Then wandered uptown to eat.
I came across a park with art,
That I had wished to see.
Weeks ago I made a note
To go and see that art.
But I forgot about the note,
And forgot about the art.
And now I'm here,
And so is it--
People walking in the light,
In the park.
It's beautiful, and I'm lucky
To happen upon it.
Sometimes life gives you moments back,
In the snow, in New York.
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