Island Girl In the Big City
There was a moment
in time and space no distance
can erase when she was standing
on an island in the middle
of Times Square, cars whirling around
from all directions, their Technicolor
taillights additive to Big Apple
illuminations, and she,
the conductor of this current
of motion and light thought she
was somewhere over the rainbow,
someplace called Manhattan,
imagined since 7 or 8 or 9 or 10,
a crystal country there, where
some dreams come true
for a small town girl, her byline,
a poet of a faraway island
of no skyline.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2014
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