The Sweet Return of a New Yorker

Two years ago I left New York, to find my luck somewhere else, and in Waterbury, Connecticut I settled in a ranch-house, which overlooked middle-class homes groping on verdant slopes; the night stars may have shined a little brighter than in Manhattan, without a trace of pollution or smog, but the harsh winters made me dream again of living in the warm streets of wonderful New York! As I step out of my car into Fifth Avenue, by the entrance, old acquaintances welcome the sweet return of a New Yorker; and unto Columbus Circle I run toward Central Park: it used to be my park, and my dog loved it by barking lauder, and over little bridges I jogged as he chased me fervently; there was no day in which I felt lonely...to want to escape from this city! Here all neighbors met and chatted with a kind of stylish accent... that all tourists love and find it extremely attractive! When I look up...there the Empire State Building is one of the wonders of my glamorous city that never disappoints anyone; even night can't put it to sleep with its gloom; and holidays always decorate it with spectacular lights: like the yellow-bright daffodils that begin to bloom... as happy faces greet the sweet return of a New Yorker... driving on the Brooklyn Bridge bound for the New Jersey shore! O greatest city, let me begin to write an ode that your people will sing! Other cities are certainly beautiful and captivating as this one, but none of them can spark inside that something so special... the breath-taking view of the sky-scrapes in the August' moonlight, the gracious waves of the East River and the ships that glide up and down the harbor; and in this spot I met my sweet-heart with eyes like a Virginia sky, and hair so soft and as red as the cheeks of a stuttering, drunken man! Lady of a mysterious night, you vanished as the summer' dawn erupted from the ocean's deep to forever preserve your delicate beauty! Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci