White Blouse, Big City.

One time I walked naked through the City (not really) passed Brentano’s (it was a while ago). In the Park (very green, it was Spring) people were dancing (as they do) to music in their heads or to roasting steam from the Nut Man’s cart (you can dance with steam you know.) I splashed a dog in Bethesda Fountain (He splashed me back.) On Lexington Avenue I bought a white blouse. (Not Bloomingdale’s, a small store). I bought some black pants (at agnès b.) A woman with bright red lipstick rushed passed. (You could dance in her perfume.)