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From The Streets To The Hudson
by
Bob Karaszi

 

Scurrying tourists with bonfire eyes
fixed on wedge-shaped skyscrapers
faces punctuated by grins
wider than the horizon

I see them across the avenue
muse upon tower tops piercing the blue hollow
turning heads and spooning smiles

This is a place where contrasts reflect
off asphalt ribbons, where pigeons pivot
while their wings shed silver-gray tumult

Where straphangers squeeze into metal cars
at Eighty Sixth and Broadway
scents of mingled perfume and scorched brake pads
fill the subterranean stretch

Here where millions come as night spills over the Hudson
and the moon rests in roof top gardens
here, dreams are born in quiet depths
and this river lies ever at your feet
--Submitted by bob68 on 2013-01-27.
Post New Comment:
bob68:
Thanks a lot Amber for the feedback.
Posted 01/28/2013 05:35 AM
Amber:
I liked this very much. It was like a moment of stolen reflection in the midst of relentless bustle.
Posted 01/27/2013 11:42 PM
bob68:

Posted 01/27/2013 03:17 AM


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