The Rooftops of New York
Here, in the heart of New York
locked within the concrete maze
of buildings, avenues and taxis,
I hear the perpetual cacophony
of noises echoing all around me.
Looking up, a taste of freedom
Freedom from the masses that
move relentlessly along the streets.
Hints of greenery peak out along
the sides and edges of the rooftops.
Man made gardens are up there,
hidden among the water towers
built up around the chimneys
A retreat from the insanity
of the city.
By day, sitting up high on a
New York rooftop, listening to
the rat-a-tat blasts of road workers
or the loud shouts and horns
I am grateful to sit quietly
by myself, in a temporary oasis
from the madness.
By night, the coveted New York
rooftop becomes a sky lit wonder
My eyes gaze at patterns of lights
outlining and tracing the bridges
lighting up with color the great
Empire State Building, known
by sight throughout the world.
Triumphant displays of lights
can be see from One World Trade Center
and a host of lesser lights
shine brightly on that
famous skyline.
Oh, to escape to the haven of a
New York rooftop. Of all the sights
to be seen in this mighty city of
cities, nothing quite compares
to being on an ordinary rooftop.
Looking out, I can see downtown,
uptown, midtown, the East River
and the Hudson river.
It is a quite a marvel to stand
and gaze out from a lowly
rooftop in New York.
2015
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