There's a glossy, moss-hatted leprechaun
smiling Irishly on the subway platform,
waiting to travel underground
(as all leprechauns do) up to Fifth Avenue,
where the street is paved
with red-headed men
and freckle-faced maids
and a St. Patty's parade
is in full swing;
the City a wild shamrock,
lilting with Danny boys and
sweet Kathleens
and people dressed
in every shade of Spring.
Colin Goedecke
New York City
March 17, 1998