Angel Tunner Poem by bob barci

I took a stroll
in the park today.
Central Park, that is.
I was tempted
to enter the water
beside the Boat House,
without renting a boat.
I sat beside
The Bethesda Fountain
and was tempted to
wade amongst the lilies
without taking off my shoes and socks.
And just as reason
lost to temptation,
I heard a strange noise.
It came from the Angel Tunnel.
I, with my dry feet, strolled over.
There was a man,
wearing bells on his ankles,
and not much more.
He danced and twirled around
as he played violin.
He sang in some strange language
hitting the highest of high
and lowest of low notes.
He was a street performer
who called himself Thoth.
He sang in the language
of the land he called The Festad.
Intrigued, I was,
by this highly unusual performer.
Now, when in the park,
I make a beeline to
The Angel Tunnel and Thoth.