Friday, March 4, 2016

Ain't No Sunshine

Surrounded by giants indifferent to sunshine
This metropolis moves to it's own frenetic energy.
Without Central Park, where buildings lean away,
Midtown Manhattan could not breathe.

On a blue-sky day, much like 9/11,
We cross the park under Sol's warming rays.
Just off the poets walk was the old saxophonist,
Putting out sweet sounds of Nat King Cole.

New York has always struggled with its many faces.
It balances between the exclusivity of those who claim ownership
And the 99%, who make for a viable dichotomy,
And create the friction that makes New York a great city.


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