For You

In the time it takes
to move from here to there
chlorine in my ears
the soft green makes
a fine outline
for a man like me
gently down Henry Street
I skip the hoops
a gaggle of balloons
a swirl of children
each fat paw
and prickly pear
makes a giant
divot of light
so I will
walk to work
and not panic
one bit for you.