I live in New York
City
An unreal place
where you see gorgeous women
and plenty of homeless people
This city is a study in contrasts
between the haves and have - nots
It is a cultural mecca
with museums, concerts and plenty of poetry readings
This unreal metropolis
has inspired plenty of writing and poetry
From Walt Whitman to O. Henry
this city has been written
I am trying my humble best
to add to the canon
of writing about
"Baghdad on the Hudwon"
as O.Henry(William Sydney Porter)
named it in an earlier time
Another night in Central Park
For Shakespeare, as the sky turns dark.
My husband made the tickets hap,
A bonny feather in his cap.
A lovely evening, weather-wise;
The park, a forest in disguise.
The actors, practiced, prepped and proud;
The audience, a New York crowd.
Yet I’m distracted from delight
Because my poem I’ve yet to write.
So here I sit before the show,
Just hoping that the words will flow.
My pencil’s poised upon the page
As actors amble on the stage
And magically, the rhymes arrive –
I am the gladdest gal alive.
I thank the stars right to the max.
From this point on, I can relax
And thrill tonight to “Much Ado…”
From this, a spot-on perfect view!
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