In Which the Addressees and Title Are Longer Than the Letter Itself

To the busdriver who stopped to let an arthritic old man and his terrier cross 5th ave. while a bevy of taxis honked irritably, to the old man who turned to kiss his dog and wave at the bus, to the flower man who refused to charge me for the sunflowers, to the little girl who told me she that liked my earrings (and that she was wearing new shoes), to the man chalking sonnets on the sidewalk of 73rd st., to New York City in general,

Thank you. I love you.