Heart of the City
Along the curb, brownstones stand silently
Once proud facades diminished by time
Peeling sashes peer from weathered faces
Granite steps bowed neath the tread of generations
Where once a family lived now dwell many
Colors collide, cultures blend, new tomorrows bloom
United in a dream of new horizons
Believing in the promise of our land
Signs and billboards vie for our attention
Calling to the minions as they pass
Designed to take possession of our eye
Bold attempts to influence the mind
Aromas from the street invade the senses
Vendors with their carts, hock their wares
Shops, aligned in rows, seduce the buyer
Everywhere, a sea of yellow vans
The city, without pretense, stands before you
Behind it's arrogance, a softer side abides
Daring you to listen to it's heart
Embracing you until it owns your soul
New York City
Any Morning
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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