In honor of Valentine's Day, we wrote a sonnet for our public space one-and-only.
But Bryant Park's the one that I adore.
Its alleés seem to sparkle in the dark,
It shelters from the midtown monotone,
With blooming lillies, tall trees, grassy lawn.
But Bryant Park has more than just good bones:
And did I mention all of it is free?
If ever we're apart, I shall not weep:
And, counting bistro chairs, I'll drift asleep.
Photo credit: 1, 2, 4 via Angelito Jusay Photography