New York City
People
outside windows,
on benches, standing,
behind tables,
or walking
briskly.
Buildings
stretching, reaching,
a little too ambitious,
a little too close,
invading every
space.
Parks
mostly fenced in,
locked away,
but one sprawling,
suggesting
beauty past.
Noises
always somewhere,
or everywhere,
a new understanding,
a ninth grade
vocab word.
Trains
lurching forward,
jerking backward,
winding, weaving,
moving lives
in different directions.
Me
wandering, wondering
with a gaze
toward reflection
on my life
as a city.
