Early Morning In Manhattan
Eight million people living here
Yet on my morning walk,
Deserted streets provided
Not a thing at which to gawk.
Behind each window there were souls
In various routines –
Asleep or in the shower
Or engaged in breakfast scenes.
I marveled at the emptiness
In such a busy place
Where no one moseys, but proceeds
At a frenetic pace.
Yet not in early morning
For it might as well have been
Any tiny U.S. city
As the huge one I was in.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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