How flat and tedious
Life would be
Without "irregulars"
Who bring diversity,
Present perspectives beyond
Our morning oatmeal,
Our mumbled thoughts,
Our mind-numbing papers.

The skater gliding,
Wove through traffic
Even in November frost.
Orange shorts
Fluorescent flash,
A flickertail went.
My journey somehow bereft
When his joyous wheeling left.

The lone cellist
Plying rosined bow
Under the walking bridge.
I tossed money in his case;
Tremors through the air
Caused me to pause
From my busy way.

The children at the crossing
Accosting traffic
Selling lemonade
From a cardboard bench:
Disturbers of the peace,
Flaunting health department codes;
A little insurrection
Brings perfection.