The Arts in New York City

I settled myself in Union Square Park among the many white collar workers taking a short lunch from the insipid routines of life as employed adults. From my stone seat, my feet dangled half a foot from the ground, and the statue of George Washington on a horse loomed overhead. The first things I noticed were the animal’s strong flared nostrils, strained veins on its cheek, and its blank grey eyes. Washington sat firmly in the saddle with a powerful sword sheathed on his left flank. His gaze was fixed forward and his right arm reached, his fingers searching. For what, who knows? Perhaps he was reaching for something unreachable or feeling the cool breeze between his fingers on that hot sunny day. Maybe he was commanding his army of squirrels that resided in the garden or demanding the strange dancer before him to cease his jig. As I started to leave, I took a final glance at the frozen man and his pet and came to the conclusion that the steed was a stallion and not a mare, if you know what I mean o_O

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