Return of the Crowds

The downtown streets are crowded; The ferry lines are long. New York’s no longer shrouded In despair, but looking strong. I kinda miss the quiet And can do without the hordes. I guess I should deny it; Swarms are Covid-free rewards. But everyone’s not ready To pick up where we left off. For many, slow and steady, Still get spooked by sneeze or cough. So I ventured to surroundings I once traveled to a lot, Yet instead of leaps and boundings, Hesitation’s what I got.