Only in New York

Walking the streets is so interesting, found this place in a side street as I walked to one of my favourite wool shops. How long did it take to do the walls and also the paved area inside the fence line?









I attend a Friday morning knitting group and a Tuesday poetry group. They loved my little poem,

Alone

Lost in the rush of life
It lay on the sidewalk
Wet and bedraggled
Among the leaves and papers
I thought of the little girl
Who would never again
Know the warmth
Of that red wool glove
And for the glove itself
Who had lost its partner.