I saw a documentary that said

I saw a documentary that said
How Wordsworth wrote about the glances
That strangers secretly exchange
When walking past each other.

This, he wrote, was the magic of New York
The mystical erotic air
That allows us in that very moment
To be a part of something grand.

I’ve looked for glances here and there
And found but few are empty stares.
Yet those that pierce me like an arrow
For just three seconds of the day

Were warm and gentle love affairs
That took my breath away.