The writing below is about my favorite city, New York City. It has an energy one has to experience to really understand it. I have been a walker in this city for as long as I can remember. Each time I take a stroll I always see something new. The little writing below is just a snippet of what I perceive about New York City;
The City-Scape
The city wears itself well.
Rain-soaked leaves–
fallen embers, amber hued–
lend to this season’s canopy.
The city wears its dampness well.
Moisture strewed about these street;
water wets the pavement deeper grey.
The city wears its people well.
Clothed in winter’s chosen wools,
random lives compose these walks–
the harlot, the homeless, the rich
that must share these blocks.
The city wears its music well.
The caustic cacophony; rapped-
packed, or the slow, smooth-cool
jazz, the roll-flow of sound never-ending...
the city wears all its rhythms well.
The edifices unperceivable sway
to the drone which is the bass,
the city’s beat to avoid the country-side sleep.
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