The first time I saw

the building

was from the hop-on hop-off bus

glimpsing Strawberry Fields

as we headed for 9/11

& the Soup Nazi

I looked for Yoko

with a shopping bag

and was disappointed
This time I walked through

Central Park dodging nannies

Designer Dogs

Yummies doing knee bends

leaning on prams
Randoms

were having photos taken

on a mosaic mandala

Shrine with the title

of his song inlaid
Early autumn

Winter nowhere on the horizon

it was impossible

to imagine a psycho with a gun

Wonked brain going

for a blood-splattered run

Letting it right off the leash 
A John lookalike was playing

his twangy thang

A blackbird flew out of it