Week 11 – Central Park West

Central Park West

New York City is so quiet in the early morning

The dew still kisses Central Park West,

The sidewalks look cleaner in their emptiness.

The breeze catches my hair,

Combs it with it’s fingers.

Taxis drive by into the peace.

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Week 4 – Astoria, Queens

Astoria, Queens

The sun sets over Long Island City.

The subway doors open and the dusky early twilight moves in. 

 

Rarely do I take an elevated line,

Watch the thousand lives of this city expand into starlight beneath my feet. 

 

It will be dark when I come out onto Classon Avenue, 

One more walk until I cross the familiar corners that lead home.

 

The train sweeps under the tallest buildings. 

I am one of a million souls on this night,

Headed, home.