Rising, rising through the Empire City,
the moon light shimmers
against ninety flights of glowing glass.
On top of the city, the streets bustle with life.
Against the merciless wind,
the iron wrought fence turns crimson
in the breeze.
At touch, the oxidized metal feels calloused
against your hand.
Despite the intoxicating stench
of iron lingering
in the air,
across the sky, city lights dance
against the starry abyss.
Fiddling with a penny in your hand,
how fast can Abraham fly?
Beneath the empty gaze,
thousands of cars hum
against the beaten path.
Trudging through the light filled city,
normal people resemble ants
through the city that never sleeps.
In the distance,
boats beat against the Atlantic,
bellowing as they navigate
amongst the sea.
Past the ships,
the Brooklyn Bridge yields
to traffic as it comes;
it too, fights the ocean’s onslaught.
As mesmerizing as the horizon may be,
a whole new world awaits below.
At ground level, the babble
of passing pedestrians fills the air
along with the aroma
of rising dough and freshly brewed coffee
from dimly lit bakeries and coffee shops
advertising the city’s best bread and coffee.
Beyond the pack,
a quiet street gives way to a moon burning
through the placid dusk.
As you peek
up through the crowd,
colossal sky scrapers appear
to peek just into the heavens.
This foreign land, New York City,
a city so great, they named it twice.
New York City,
how will you ever live