Urban Sonnet

Surrounded by two rapid running shores a concrete chain of buildings fill the skies strong pungent scents compete with rapid scores of pulsing sounds and screeching, crowded cries iconoclastic beats and muted sighs the City always wakens sleepy eyes. We hail a taxi from a dirty curb while subways rumble, sweating underground and ride the hustle through the shifting herd torrential rains quite suddenly come down they slap and streak the windows all around as raindrops distort faces that surround. A plethora of sights spread like a feast from Broadway shows to High Line paths that span Hudson River’s architectural peaks roof top restaurants, a classy jazz band we disappear into museum land then sink to sleep, a true, devoted fan. To venture into life’s mosaic streams is to taste and embrace all that it means. Written on 5/21/2019