Song of the City
Light streaming down
on the asphalt homeland
The day is full of promise
Sitting here in the local coffee spot
I am surrounded by people with laptops
But I am using the old fashioned way of writing this ode
with a pen and paper
It is the song of New York City
Home to over eight million souls
and many different ethnic groups comprise much of the Lower East Side
Chinese, Orthodox Jews, Afro Americans, Puerto Ricans
It is a fabled neighborhood where
my grandparents came after leaving
their European homes
Now it is my home
I have friends here - and possibly enemies
So I take this time
to reach out to you readers out there
in the darkness
Before nightfall on the LES
I pen odes to this city
Post them and hope
readers come to understand
this most urban of neighborhoods
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