Dark subway tunnels into bright crowded skies.
Wide boardwalks with narrow gaps between people.
All colors represented in people.
Mariachi bands playing over the subway drone.
Homeless and forlorn mumbling on the road.
Languages within earshot from all over the world.
Korean Jab Chae
New York Bakeries
Fruit Market Blueberries.
Hot muggy underground.
Bumps, squashes, knocks around others.
Each step walking, walking, walking.
Exhaust behind, in front, go, go, go.
International fumes competing for audacity.
Awaken the city senses.
2 comments:
I absolutely love the way you are able to use poetry to describe things so well. And I totally got a sense of New York from your description.
Wow a Mef POEM...haven't seen one of those in awhile! Glad to hear you are experiencing New York with ALL of your senses!
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