New York City Lives

Walking the asphalt of the city. Nothing floats on the air. . All is quiet, seems dormant. Not a scream or any musical stream. Bunches of clean air is bare. Surreal like snatches or pieces Of a dream newly dreamt. I am the only one roving at the Presence of dawn. Simply magnificent. I will witness the first YAWN. A WHISPER of noises as NEW YORK CITY breaks open a New life. My ears are ready now I hear the first horn Honking. A spark has SHOWN. It is near to the finish Line. The traffic is picking up. Now nature roars to LIFE. People are deboarding subway trains and Automobiles traffic squels. The shrieking of subway trains combined with Conversation the DAWN has CONJURED a new being As it does MORNING by morning. A ribbon wrestles on the sidewalk. Comes The fire in The FURNACE fed by coal. Into a building strolls a Man to his daily 9-5 Fed by a GOAL. The ribbon waves Good morning. Blowing with the wind. I greet a complete stranger and NEW York city brims, Teeming with life. STEADY AS SHE GOES. The influx of NATURE. A mug full of the spoken word greeting a good Morning. The day has begun. The TICKING OF THE TOCK. Relentlessly STREAMING.