Central Park Morning (edit)

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Summer bored, with heat and humidity on vacation,
a burnt orange Buddhist stands at our path’s bifurcation.
Face leathered with wisdom,  he offers gold medallions
his silence doing the talking.  We flow like cool water
following its course to the glow of a seventies sun,
Ms. Gaynor proclaiming both she and disco are surviving.
We watch children play soccer in a dance of Brownian motion
and the multitude diffuse tethered to the companion
of their choosing. None but we notice the shadow 
of the falling leaf, a simple grey-scale butterfly
fervently following its sure path to lie with its maker.

Your edit has cinched it for this reader, although I think "will survive" should be put back for Ms. Gaynor.  I finally realized the leaf and butterfly were one and the same.

Thanks for sharing.